Fourth and Goal!

When I got to the cemetery it was still dark.
I found my way to my mother's grave. I told her my whole heart. I gave her a report about all her
children . we are blame for everything that is broke or missing . I have to fight for them all the time.
Pounene i am tired, I have no more to give, this is too much for me. I began to cry. I was so sure she
would get up out of that grave, but she never did. the sun was coming up. death must be a powerful
thing , when it wont let you come and see about your child.