The casket was closed like deaths door.
The basket, the basket, held the body on the floor.
I weep I weep, until my lungs are dry,
My eyes my eyes! Oh how hard I can cry!
She always said till death do us part,
She always said I shall be in her heart!
I stayed silent and stone at the greet,
I stayed strong, I refused to be beat.
But when the time came to bury her down,
My tears had slipped along with my crown.
I heaved and heaved and begged for her to come back,
But no oh no, she passed from a heart attack!
I threw some dirt upon the grave,
My emotions were hollow, just like a cave.
My mind was blank like asylum walls,
My heart was empty like haunted halls.
My eyelashes stuck to one another,
My body felt limp against my brother.
I watched the world fade away,
That was what happened on my grandmother’s death day.