The Ballad of a Granddaughter

The Ballad of a Granddaughter I have a theory my grandmother knew About all things that were ripping me in two To be so young and filled with distress Pushed it away to survive and repress I have a theory my grandmother Saw Behind the shadows and the truth of it all Upon her shelf a photos did sit Of a little girl smiling in her sisters dance outfit I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs this is me, this is me, this is who i'm meant to be But instead in my head, the shame it became, a powerful voice screaming stay in your lane, I cried and I yelled to have those photos taken down..... I wonder what my grandma would think of me now I have a theory that my grandmother would love Smiling down from the heavens above Embracing her granddaughter she knew was there That little girl smiling in her sisters dance outfit without a care I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs this is me, this is me, this is who i'm meant to be But instead in my head, the shame it became, a powerful voice screaming stay in your lane, I cried and I yelled to have those photos taken down..... I wonder what my grandma would think of me now