A Tribute to an amazing Woman.
..And I have the privelage to hold the title of 'granddaughter' to this amazing woman.
Who is making it.
And I am so fucking proud.
She was a grave digger
She was a hard fighter
Wandering the streets
Just to wander her mind
Watching the TV
Grabbing and receding
Wandering the streets
Just to wander her mind.
Traveling daily
To the same old place
Bringing the same old face
Amongst the prisoners of fate
She saw so much dying
She felt so much crying
Hearts broken
Their own shadow’s token.
What now she sees
Finally, the color of trees
The skies against the leaves
And the beauty in this
Is too much to miss
So happy and peaceful
Is how she is now.
Her glorious hour.
Countless memories
Of dancing and singing
Countless awakenings
Throughout the upbringing
Just to take it as her own
Adopt so many bones
Raise three towers
Who were with her in her last waking hour
To put her to sleep.
And that is how she keeps.
Who is making it.
And I am so fucking proud.
She was a grave digger
She was a hard fighter
Wandering the streets
Just to wander her mind
Watching the TV
Grabbing and receding
Wandering the streets
Just to wander her mind.
Traveling daily
To the same old place
Bringing the same old face
Amongst the prisoners of fate
She saw so much dying
She felt so much crying
Hearts broken
Their own shadow’s token.
What now she sees
Finally, the color of trees
The skies against the leaves
And the beauty in this
Is too much to miss
So happy and peaceful
Is how she is now.
Her glorious hour.
Countless memories
Of dancing and singing
Countless awakenings
Throughout the upbringing
Just to take it as her own
Adopt so many bones
Raise three towers
Who were with her in her last waking hour
To put her to sleep.
And that is how she keeps.