My grandma has worn face masks over her mouth and nasty bruises from chemo treatments,
But the smile never left her lips. Her hands never too cold to squeeze.
My grandma was told she would have to go through a half-mastectomy,
and she dealt through the pain with as much bravery as a soldier going into war.
So when you ask me who my role model is, I won't say it's Audrey Hepburn, or Johnny Depp,

I'll merely point to my grandma, who now has a full head of hair, and say we're doin' just fine.

we shared old cigarettes like we shared body heat in the drizzling rain
we drove for miles in the wrong direction
skipped on blistering pavement, huddled close in flurries of snow

all for the hell of it.