It was August 20,1998
The date of my grandmother's funeral
Tears after tears fell from their faces
Never had the chance to see it but i know she was there, here in our presences
I am here the voice whispers to me
She is like a cold breeze on a winters day always there even though you cant see it
She always there like an angel hovering over me from the bad dreams and the nightmares
I hear a voice thats strong and mighty saying,"I am here there is nothing to be afraid of i will protect you
When im sad,mad and even glad i think back to that strong voice repeating those words over and over again louder and louder
I am here
I am here
I am here
I am here
Just remeber my voice and have faith i am here