The pedals of your bike
They keep moving on
The chain makes noise
I sit right behind you

'Ooh-ah-ooh-ah'
That's how we climb the mountain
Me, very young grandchild, pushing
You happily playing along
We arrive.

The pedals of your bike
They keep moving on
The bell rings
I bike next to you

'Ooh-ah-ooh-ah'
That's how we climb the mountain
Both, somewhat older, on our own bikes
We push each other further
We arrive.

The pedals of your bike
They keep moving on
The gear changes
We're gone for five days.

And after those five days
You're suddenly not there
Tears stuck in my throat
I know it takes long
You arrive.

The pedals of your bike
Have been standing still for days
Your bike's completely silent
And crying, I stay here


Author's Note: Like the description said, completely autobiographical. My grandfather passed away on September the 6th. This is my way to cope with the loss. If you feel like reviewing, go ahead, all reviews will be returned!