Tears Worries And Hope
Tears, Worries, Hope
by Devine Smith
Momma lying down hoping her kids don’t grow up to do dope,
Falling from her eyes just saying why? Why? Did this good man have to die?
I say momma don’t cry its just things you got to let bye,
That’s not good because when you worry you stress and when you stress it will never get off your chest,
She’s hurting inside the swollen eyes that she cant hide,
She says it take time to heal,
And I know the man that died knows how she feel,
I know that its going to take a long time to let go; but she tries so hard to not let it show,
Hopes, Hopes That when she dies we keep strong,
And not let the devil per pressure us to do wrong..