It's been forever since the accident
That took you from me
I know this may be cruel
But in a way I'm glad you're not around
I would be ashamed to look in your eyes
To even be in your presence
I'd have to sacrifice thirteen lambs
I'm sorry doesn't cut it
You taught me that
Yet I find myself mumbling it
Hoping one day it will save me
I wish you could have seen the talent
I've been praised for
But that old owl statue you had
Is still staring deep into my soul
Telling me I failed you
I'm glad you can't see me now grandma
I'd be a disgrace and nothing more
I miss you
You taught me the art of wisdom
Always being one step ahead of my enemies
But I find myself running to catch up