Who will be there,
will they cry?
Who will be there,
to say good-bye?
Who will be there,
to hold my mother's hand?
Who will be there,
telling her she raised a man?
Who will be there,
to remember the past?
Who will be there,
talking good times and laughs?
Who will be there,
to see the tossing of the dirt?
Who will be there,
to see me back to the earth?
Written from Mayo Correctional Institution
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