I come from a land
Very far from here-hand in my
Grandmas hand, I was her exact mirror
My grandpa was a great man
Wearing overalls and his farmers tan
I walked by him in these lonely halls
These now empty walls
One day when I was home
My momma had to break the news
Now there you rest in your tomb
I stood crying in the church pews
Why did you leave me?
Alone in this lonely place
Why'd you leave I cannot see
You left in such a haste
You left me in the church corridor
On this rainy Sunday morn
I throw my hands upon the floor
You ripped me now I'm torn
Grandpa...I found you late at night
Eating prunes by the kitchen sink
You wrapped me in a hug and held me tight
You gave me a prune with a little wink
A little wink
Grandma... I found you late at night
Watching dancing with the stars
Your face lit up bright
And we talked about life and cars
Life and cars
Life and cars...
You left me in the church corridor
On this rainy Sunday morn
I throw my hands upon the floor
You ripped me now I'm torn
Five years since you've left
I now know it's not my fault but my
heart is under theft, my soul has taken a halt
And now I know, it's not my fault anymore
It's not my fault
It's not my fault anymore
It's not my fault anymore
You left me in the church corridor
On this rainy Sunday morn
I throw my hands upon the floor
You ripped me now I'm torn
And now I'm torn
And now I'm torn
And now I'm ripped and torn
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A song I made up a few years ago about my grandparents... I've been meaning to post it but never had the balls to so...I guess I have balls now lol
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Poems of an Outcast
PoetryA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
