A childs love for her granny
My tears could run a thousand miles
with never ending pain
but it would never bring her back
it will never be the same.
She is gone, shes been gone
theres no coming back
Everything she was
is everything I lack
she was my heart even though
no one could tell.
I might have been young
but I remember her well
she is in a better place now
I know this is true
but the fact that shes gone
still makes me blue.
As I pray each night
I hold my photo book real tight
hoping she remembers me
and knows that Im here
missing her greatly
with each falling tear.
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