Never Be the Same

Can you hear me Grandma? Oh I wish you can see; Tell me, what is it like to be free? I cannot let you go Grandma, I can't believe you're gone; It's hard to forget, But I just cannot move on; I miss you very much Grandma, And I mean very so! What I want to tell you is the thought that you should know. You had a big heart that Never got small, Whenever you got hurt, you always Stood tall. I miss you very much Grandma, and whenever I hear your name, I would have sighed, and said you'd died, and it would never be the same.