By meggan mm1970@hotmail.com
Date: 11 June 1997

his tears

his tears they are like diamonds and his heart it is like gold
and his words they are like gold
i was told a story once about a girl named cree
the story was about him and her it started in a land called chee


he was a tall strong man his eyes they were like coal




his skin it was like midnight and it burned into my soul


he had a harder life than she she could see it in his face he knew that life was
was hard some said he was a different race


he fell to his knees one morning and while he was there he prayed
she said why do you look so sad he had buried a freind that day 
he said all that he was looking for was peace not a wedding band 
she looked him up and down and she wanted him 4 her man

he started making trouble while the folks were making fudge
she tried to run around and tell the people not to judge
he just mad as to why his freindship had to die
but they thru him otta town his clothes were set on fire 
and all that she could do for him was step back and admire
for even though he had been kicked out and told to p[ick the curry
he was still willing to forgive and they hit him with a fury
the man was mad because he actually had to work and he turned around 
with a jerk and put the others on the work