Grandma

Put one foot in front of the other that's what grandma always said,
After rotting in the hospital now grandma's dead
She told me to leave, she didn't want me to see her that way, but never got mad when I decided to stay.
Finding a time and a date to visit we always found a way
The doctors told us she would be OK,
Then after she died they told me the pain would go away
But what do doctors know anyway
If god saves lives, then why did my grandma have to die
Seldom times I cry, but I often wonder why?
Was she not strong enough?
I argue that her life wasn't long enough
The doctors couldn't be wrong enough
My grandma was tough and now because of God my family has got it rough.