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Me!!!!
Straining my eyes from the sun
Trying to see who stands in the distance
Cars buzzing by in my ear
The cries of children playing soccer in the field nearby
It must be, they sound so close
Holding my breath trying to figure out
Where I may be
Wondering if the voice that's speaking
Is truly coming from me
Should I be scared?
What is there to fear?
Trying to stand but can't, I feel like a ton of bricks is on my chest
Pulling my mind to the sound of the children.
Wondering if they can see me
Trying to scream for help, no words leave me
A hand upon my face grazes me gently
The scent so familiar
I'd never forget that scent of
"Moth balls and old musk perfume"
It's her, it has to be
she's here to save me
From what I can't see
I will go with her if she asks me
She always knew what was best for me
Feeling the weight lift off my chest
I can see
Me laying in a pool of blood, in the center of a busy street
But I'm floating away with the one person that always loved me
My grandmother.. My angel.. My everything
With her I was always free..
Trying to see who stands in the distance
Cars buzzing by in my ear
The cries of children playing soccer in the field nearby
It must be, they sound so close
Holding my breath trying to figure out
Where I may be
Wondering if the voice that's speaking
Is truly coming from me
Should I be scared?
What is there to fear?
Trying to stand but can't, I feel like a ton of bricks is on my chest
Pulling my mind to the sound of the children.
Wondering if they can see me
Trying to scream for help, no words leave me
A hand upon my face grazes me gently
The scent so familiar
I'd never forget that scent of
"Moth balls and old musk perfume"
It's her, it has to be
she's here to save me
From what I can't see
I will go with her if she asks me
She always knew what was best for me
Feeling the weight lift off my chest
I can see
Me laying in a pool of blood, in the center of a busy street
But I'm floating away with the one person that always loved me
My grandmother.. My angel.. My everything
With her I was always free..
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