It always began with a story,
That grew into a legend.
One that he always believed.
Beginning with the ‘Man-of-Steel’ who was now sitting under his oak tree.

He looks but he doesn’t understand,
That the old man he sees isn’t Superman anymore.

He can’t walk without the help of his cane,
Because of the Kryptonite in his knees.
His cape, nothing but a dingy old coat.
He’s standing out there with his eyes closed against the breeze.
And the boy knows then,
His grandfather was always more than he claimed to be.

Never one for the fame or the glory,
To him, it was just something he felt he had to do.
To the boy who wanted to be just like him,
It was more than just a story.

And he’d give up anything to watch his Superman soar.