My Words to You
Watch and see
That's what we've always done
Cut the chit-chat
I was your little Granddaughter
I see you now
And the last thing I want to do is 'cut the chit-chat'
You're in pain
You're hurting
Not only does your body ache
But your will
It too has become in a sense
Nonexistent
Your eyes
They tell
I can see the pain
Behind the shade of blue
The colorless hurt is there
The hurt by the name of cancer
I beg of you
Don't leave me
Grandpa,
I said please don't leave me
I love you
I love you so much
I love you too much
I beg of you
Don't leave me
I must say this
Even if it is the last you hear from me
I hope I've made you proud
I hope your little Granddaughter has made your proud
That's what we've always done
Cut the chit-chat
I was your little Granddaughter
I see you now
And the last thing I want to do is 'cut the chit-chat'
You're in pain
You're hurting
Not only does your body ache
But your will
It too has become in a sense
Nonexistent
Your eyes
They tell
I can see the pain
Behind the shade of blue
The colorless hurt is there
The hurt by the name of cancer
I beg of you
Don't leave me
Grandpa,
I said please don't leave me
I love you
I love you so much
I love you too much
I beg of you
Don't leave me
I must say this
Even if it is the last you hear from me
I hope I've made you proud
I hope your little Granddaughter has made your proud