This Is Your Voice

Cancer

Everyday, the skies are grey, when I pause for a moment, to think of you, knowing that you're smiling down from heaven, whilst my whole world's black and blue.

I never had the chance to say goodbye, before cancer took you away, I was only eleven, when you was sent up to heaven, my days at primary school were numb, when you were gone.

Now the years have gone by, ever so quickly, I feel as if a piece of me's died inside, sometimes I wish to shut myself away from the world and hide, but when my mind goes blank, and the light goes dark, my heart feels like it hasn't begun to sank, and tears continue streaming down my cheeks and a pain stings through my heart.

If only you could see me now, would you be proud? I would hope I've done ok in life so far, even if the world around me feels dark, oh how I miss you, grandad.. I wonder, if you ever miss me too?