Shut up Grandma

Shut Up Grandma,
Your stories are lies.
Sing us a song instead,
Ay! You forgot the melody.

I’m old enough, grandma,
I can sing my own tune.
Forgive me if it hurts you,
For I use to forgive you always.

Thank you, grandma,
If you should ever feel
You’ve changed my destiny,
I though walked my own road, barefoot.

Whose blood runs in my veins?
It couldn’t reach my heart anyway.
There is dirt in that, grandma,
I have bled my own blood.

There is question I feared ask,
For I know your answer.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
So; tell me, did you ever love me?