BETTER DAYS

Silver gray hair neatly combed in place There were four generations of love on her face She was so wise No surprise Passed her eyes She's seen it all I was a child oh about three or four All day I'd ask questions At night I'd ask more But whenever She'd never Would ever Turn me away I'd say, how can I be sure what is right or wrong? And why does what I want always take so long? Please tell me where does God live? And why won't he talk to me? I'd say granma what is love, will I ever find out? Why are we so poor? What is life about? I wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep She sort of smiled as she tucked me in Then she pulled up that old rocking chair once again But tonight she was slightly Remarkably Different somehow Slowly she rocked looking half asleep Granma yawned as she stretched Then she started to speak What she told me Would mold me And holds me together inside She said all the things you ask you will know someday But you have got to live in a patient way God put us here by faith and by faith we'll see better days She said child we all are born in the dark of night Ain't no morning gonna come 'til the time is right You can't get to better days 'less you make it through the night You gotta make it through the night. yes you do You can't get to know better days unless you make it through the night You will see those better days but you gotta be patient Be patient oh baby be patient Later that year at the turn of spring Heaven sent angels down and gave granma her wings Now she's flyin' And slidin' And glidin' in better days And although I'm all grown up I still get confused I stumble through the dark Getting bumped and bruised When night gets in my way I can still hear granma say I can hear her say I can hear her say You can't get to those better days unless you make it through the night You will see those better days but you gotta be patient child