Well my grandma she was my night light
That heard my screams every single night
She was my soft, trembling voice
When I had to make the hardest choice
She never seemed to let out a cry
When I told her I just wanted to die
Well my grandma she was my moon
When I had nothing else to watch every afternoon
She was my photograhper that had so much to say
When she built me a scrapbook every birthday
She was my sophistocated designer on the scene
When I came home with a rip in my seams
Well my grandma stayed with my every night under the stars
And she was the one that cured my every doubt that they were too far
She was my arms that always held onto everything
Even when those precious moments left when I turned thirteen
And my grandma was never the one to leave
Because to my grandma, I was everything she ever wanted to see
