January,
was too cold that year,
far, far, too cold.
Light snow on the ground
crunched beneath,
my young, aching, feet.
Seven,
that's all I need to say,
far, far, too young.
To deal with pressure
that always comes,
with painful, bitter, loss.
Grandpa,
why did you have to go,
far, far, too soon.
I knew you so well
and im missing you,
with my quiet, breaking, heart.
Memory,
why do you fail me now,
far, far, too quick.
I can hardly remember
your gentle face,
I saw every, waking, day.
Today,
hopefully you are not,
far, far, away.
I hope you see me
grow up in this world,
from sweet, Heaven, above.
January,
was too cold that year,
far, far, too cold.
Light rain started to fall
and I cried out,
Grandpa, I miss you.

It's just some words,
hurtful words.
That peel away your outer shell
And latch onto your nerves.
Staying there,
reminding you
what was said.

It's just some boy,
a hurt boy.
Whose shell was picked away
by those words said to him.
That stay there,
like a leech,
never letting go.

Its just some stones,
old stones.
But do you see the new one
Placed right in line with the others?
He stays there,
he's not coming back,
you know.

It's just some words,
you said.
But you can't take them back
you can't tell the boy you're sorry.
Cause he's gone.
He's not coming back.
All because of you.

Our life is like a story,
The page turns and so does your day,
For better or for worse.
You read a chapter,
Its like a month went by.
You close the book,
And your life ends,
Making your story,
Memorable.