i look at his grandmother and hope she ca n't see right through me . theres always a reason , a motive , or as weve both come to learn , something to give back in return . my beautiful girl closes her eyes and i remember that as her signal-she 's getting ready to sing . i did not know that sleep had taken me , because when the dream came , i still sat on the floor playing the tune my heart sang . that was when he would wake up . 