Momma please don't cry.
hell be OK.
tonight hell come back home,
i swear.
I doubted all the words i had said.
that night was the night.
the night that shouldn't have happened.
why me god, what did i do to deserve
such a horrible death.
did god put cancer in him,
or did the devil?
just answer these questions,
that filled my mind that night.
daddy come home, come back.
than my mom bent down and said some of the most strongest words Ive heard in a while,
"hes with you, in your heart, it wasn't god and it wasn't the devil it was his time,
so he had to go. God knew he would do better things watching over you
than with you."
Thats when i could feel his presence, hes touch wiping my tears.
And thats when i knew,
he wouldnt let go, even if i told him to.
