What is it all for if everything you own ends up in a skip
When your possessions and things end up in the tip
Went back to my late nans house today
Seeing all her things crushed I just didn't know what to say
Why are we here, what's it all for
With all our stuff left in a draw
Lying there long after we are gone
But life is precious and we must carry on
She had a long life, it was sad, it was fun
She had regrets which I am sure she wanted undone
But to see her old shoes just lying there
Wondering where she is god knows where
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