For Paw Paw


For PawPaw
By Mike Irick

Sons of Henry, Sons of Eire

No need for weary, never despair

Sons of Henry, Sons of Eire

In times of sorrow, there are times for prayer

Sons of Henry, Sons of Eire

When the stormy winds come blowin’
Tis’ my roots that keep me square

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I came from a broken home. The only "Dad" I've ever known was my Grandfather who was of Irish Descent. Of course, his name was Henry. He was a wise man who was so strong in so many ways. I'm gone through some tough times and I feel that we can draw strength and knowledge in looking back at the paths of those who have walked before us.