Don't you worry child

There once was a boy that loved his mother
He hated his father
The way he laid his hands on the woman who gave birth to him
His mother said to leave it alone and get his education
He came home with all A's hoping to get praise and not to see a hand being raised
But his mother was still struck down as if she was a slave
As if is father wanted her in her grave
He cried at nights as he seen his mother tell him everything is alright
She sooth his cries by holding him tight and singing:

"Ooh child things are going to get easier. Ooh child thing are going to brighter."

One day he awoke from his sleep
Dreaming of those happy days when his father wasn't drinking, his mother wasn't crying, and he played every sport he could get into
Even though he was in middle school
He dreamed of when he still had his friends
Everyone was cool, happy, and collected
That dream was demolished
He walked into the room to see the gun pointed at his mother's head
He yelled a no and said take me
His mother cried and begged and said leave my child be
His father said
"You were never my child so goodbye you son of a b."
The gun went off but the mother didn't fall dead
She was to late as her son fell against the wall looking up to heaven

At his funeral his mother sang the song that he always blasted in his room:

"There was a time
I used to look into my father's eyes.
In a happy home
I was a king, I had a golden throne.
Those days are gone,
Now the memory's on the wall.
I hear the songs
From the places where I was born.

Upon a hill across a blue lake,
That's where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.

My mother said,
"Don't you worry, don't you worry, child.
See heaven's got a plan for you.
Don't you worry, don't you worry now."
Yeah!

"Don't you worry, don't you worry, child.
See heaven's got a plan for you.
Don't you worry, don't you worry now."
Yeah!"