I never knew you br You are my grandmother. br I get mad at God br For not giving me a chance br To know you. br br You died ten years br Before I was born. br br It breaks my heart br Every time I think br That I will never get br The chance to know you. br I look at your picture that hangs br Almost everyday. br br I wonder if I have your eyes. br I wonder if I have your laugh. br I wonder if I have your smile. br I wonder if I have your nose. br I wonder if I have anything of you. br br I guess I will never know br I guess I will never get to see you. br br Death is the most tragic thing in life br Death is hard on me now than I was younger. br Death is what I have inside br Thinking of everyone that I have lost. br br Death is forever br Death is longer than an eternity br Death is permanent br Death is a scar that never goes away. br Death is what I feel everyday br Death is what has to be. br Death is what is happening everyday. br Death is what no one knows for sure. br Death is what everyone goes through.