a song about my Grandpa's death written 4 months ago.
lyrics
The phone rang at 5 AM
And she knew what to expect,
That crying voice, familiar, spitting out the words
Trying hard not to sound completely wrecked
Mamá delivered the news to her 10 year old daughter
Who's innocent mind went nervous and thought about a slaughter
Next thing she knew she was dressed in black
That blouse mamá had bought her, wish wasn't particularly slack
They both walked into that memoreable house
Where she saw her relatives on a dull couch
That used to be so full of light
In one short hour words put together can give you fright
But are they crying over what they didn't do?
Or that person's blue? x2
She touched his cold hand,
It was hard as a rock
Her aunt was crying, it was memorable (the funeral)
There was no need to talk
In their eyes she saw sorow,
Afew words about him they shared
They were all together and happy to be, though their hearts were impaired.
She sat in an empty pool where her cousins were mourning.
They felt like grown-ups with problems and negative fervour
They hugged and talked about their grandpa, who was there no more
Friday the 13th, was not a good day
A tragedy tends to make you about your own fate
4 years have passed and she is still not not sure
Are they crying over what they didn't do?
or that person's body in the room turned blue?
Were they crying over what they didn't do?
or that person's body in the room turned blue?x2
were we?
Were we crying over what we didn't do?
or that person's body in the room turned blue?
But am i crying over what i didn't do?
Or that person's body in the room, turned blue?
Are you crying over what you didn't do?
or that person's body in the room turned blue?
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