Beating of My Heart

That cast iron skillet hasn't seen a fire in weeks. And the floorboards don't creak the

same way when I speak. I still smell your lavender soap hanging in the air.

And I catch myself turnin' to see you in that rocking chair. You taught me how

to fish, how to pray and how to stand. The strongest love I ever knew of was

in your gentle hands. I know the good Lord need another angel up on high, but damn,

it hurts to look up at an empty sky. And oh, the hardest lesson that I've ever had

to learn is that some bridges once they're crossed just don't return. You're gone from

this red dirt earth, and that's the bitter part. But grandma, you're still living