Grandma take me home,

I want you here.

I’ve got to stop the crying,

So that your voice I can hear.

Grandma take me home,

I’ve done things wrong.

I want to embrace with you,

Sit where I belong.

Said I’ve got to stop the crying,

To wake up again in your arms.

Why can’t we choose turns?

Inside it brightly burns.

If I could choose to die,

I’d walk with you by your side.

Grandma take me home,

But not here –

It’s hard to find you gone.

I realise you’re not coming back,

So I’ll leave you these words;

Hoping you’d write back.

*(Wrote when I broke down today, about my Grandma)