Gone to fast
My life was at a stopping point
When I didn’t hear your voice
You laid there in the bed stiff but not by choice.
My heart was ripped out as if the forbidden snake has stolen it.
You told me you was fine an I didn’t get over it
So I left for the night in didn’t think nothing of it.
Until the king of the sky told me
Go home to your family
I dashed home to see the scene
Of pills scattered… shattered… scattered, so terribly
The house was so silent in depressing
We called 911 in they came and swept you up that was upsetting
Now I’m reminiscing of the past
You hugging, and kissing me telling me that I was the best granddaughter you ever had
Oh how I miss your harp playing voice
She spoke wisdom to me by choice
Years have passed thank god for that
My hopes for the future is to never get mad
Being there for my family is the best thing I could ever have
So be thankful for what you have that’s my wish to you
Good luck at that.
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