Sunday promise.

Days spent alone, enclosure,
and finally freedom. Can
anyone understand me? I don't,
don't, don't think so at all.
God, please give me a few more years.
I promise, promise, promise you
I'll do you proud.

If I'm not right now.
If I'm not right now.

Sodapop is here, and thanks,
Grizzle Bear, Mama Jean, too.

And you know how I do,
dollar bills, and little prayers,
don't let my love,
I can't go on.
Tell me in some little ways,
you know what I mean.
Hold my hand in some soft and secret
way.
I'm sorry.

I'll do you proud some day.
I promise. and I promise, and I promise.

Love,
me.