It's cold in here.
Where I sit.
Waiting for the doctor;
To tell us you made it.
We all talk about you.
About how you lived.
A life of yelling and drunkenness.
A life of regrets.
They say your kidneys are failing
That you're not doing well.
But we try to stay positive
For, even after everything, we still want you to live.
I'm your granddaughter.
And here I regret,
That I didn't try harder
to talk to you about Christ.
Now I sit waiting.
In this freezing cold room.
Hoping you don't go
So I don't have to feel like I left you
On this road of destruction that you paved all on your own.