Today, my grandmother passed away.
I don't feel much like writing.
Now I'm old and feeling grey;
I don't know what's left to say
about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full,
and I lived it well;
there's many tales I lived to tell.
I'm ready now;
I'm ready now.
I'm ready now to fly
from the highest wing.
I had a dream.
Love you always,