I remember all the times we had.
The good times when we were together.
But now I am so alone and so sad....
When I look at your picture,
Feeling happy,
I can often sense that
You are smiling with me.
And when I look at your picture
And cry...
I can almost hear you say,
"Come on, baby, now wipe your tears dry."
Are you smiling at me?
Are you telling me to wipe my tears dry?
Oh, Momma,
Why did yo have to die?
Am I what you would
Want me to be?
If you were alive now,
Would you be proud of me?
Remember when I was little
How I used to cry?
Well, I try not to cry anymore,
Momma, I really do try!!!
What's the sense in crying?
It can't bring you back to me.
I wouldn't wish you back here;
You are where you're supposed to be.
Oh, Momma, there are so many thing
I wanted us to do together.
But this is God's way.
Surely, it must be better.
I still don't understand why you had to die...
I guess I probably never will.
But, Momma, you must know
That I love you still.!!!
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