The month of February

In the month of February
My dear oh grandpa died
I was the last to see him
When I found out I cried

The morning of his death
I got up to get ready for school
I woke him up
Everything was cool

I went to school
To see what I could stir
When I got off the bus
My eyes soon turned to a blur

I saw one bad sign
That something was going on
I ran and ran and rushed and rushed
To get to my papa's home

I ran in the apartment
Only to see my family
My papa laying there where I last saw him
I thought how could this be

I busted into tears
Without a thought in my mind
I talked to Jesus for a moment
I said Jesus does it have to be his time

He was laying there all blue in the face
I had tears in my eyes
Everyone was around
There were many cries

The rescue squad had told us not to touch him
I couldn't stand there and let that happen
I walked to my grandpa and gave him a hug
I said grandpa this is your grandson

No answer was given
Not a sound from him
I couldn't believe what I had witnessed
A life so bright turned dim

With blood stained on his face
I wandered what it was that killed him
We soon found out he overdosed on prescription drugs
God I hate them

That month of February was pure hell
With no fun or enjoyment
He gave our family so much
and I will never forget it

Grandpa if your listening
Our family is here to do what you want us to do
There is one more thing I want to say
Grandpa I love you