Memories of you running through my head
Like a track star running to the finish line
You were an angel, a goddess
People wanted to eat out the palms of your hands

Lord knows you had grandma's hands
The voice that could save lost souls
the way people talk so great of your name
They treated you as if you were a part of fame

*Clap clap* Bravo! throw roses at your feet
I wanna be just like you so sweet and determine to
stomp on the negative, like ignorant souls driving Gin
Your cooking was above 10

Your love was so genuineyou was a saint
giving pure love to an ophanage
Your smile could heal a milliom souls
I'll never forget those memories aat all.