someday
put my tears in a bottle
they will shine like brilliants
wear it after I'm gone
mother God
your child, I am weeping
there is no comfort here
but you will wear it for me
and tell
the ones who follow
another generation
maybe they got better lives
not me
it never get better
for me
but they be lighter
they be stronger
maybe somebody else listen
maybe times change
it got to
get better
10/17/98
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