On May 11th it had been a year.
For I didn't think I could make it.
For my life I will always fear.
So I cry and here I sit.
I never thought she'd go.
Because all I saw was her face so joyful.
For my clothes she used to sow.
Now I feel my life is starting to dull.
She was my everything.
My best friend, my sister, my mother I never had.
When I forgot the song to my heart she would sing.
And now all I feel is my heart crying and sad.
I could tell her anything.
From my hopes, my dreams, my fears.
To even my deepest desires, Everthing.
Now in my head they aren't working, those gears.
I miss her so much.
And all I ever felt was love.
Hate, anger, pain for her, never the such.
What reminds me of her are daisy flowers and its bud.
From May 11th of last year, my life has been so hard.
I now have scars,
Because my parents, my life they wouldn't garred.
There was no love only cold bares.
Now and forever I will deal.
But the pain of lossing her is very big.
But for her, love is all I feel.
And there is a grave I will never dig.
For she IS my Grandmother.
And her memory will never be gone.
My love for her is so strong and that will never be a were.
Between me and my Grandmother there IS a caring, loving, never ending bond.
