Momma said that raindrops
Were made from angels tears...

Her eyes were those of angels
Bright but soft and fair...

A sweet sensation flows through my every vein
as it washes out my grieving pain...

It's hard to stand tall
When others force you down...

You came into my life
with the smallest hands & feet...

As i watch the sunset, sitting in my cell
Feeling very upset, feeling like I'm in hell...