The First Curved Road
Everyone’s crying like pouring rain,
Hopeless like everlasting pain,
Happiness just randomly flew away,
Kids just watch, confused what to say,
Seasonal talks of what happened yesterday,
What a bitter feeling in the heart,
Unforgettable, incurable moment of death,
My heart ailing my brain trying not to feel alone and aggrieved,
My hand bruised, my eyes crushed, my leg grazed, my heart wounded,
Everybody thought about the days gone by,
Countlessly flying higher and even more high,
But the worst part was when my grandma’s life had passed by,
But it was only the first curved road.
Laying there with a cold heart,
Her finally resting, putting all problems aside.