John Bolden
March 23, 1970 - September 17, 2017


Ma, Don't Worry

by Elizabeth Bolden, Rex Horan, and Sara Lee


I drive to where I know you are,
Take the folding chair from the back of the car.
You are always there to listen
Place the chair near where you lay
There’s time and space for you and for me
And I find myself wishing
Wishing for an end to the pain
And to hear you say again

Ma, don’t worry, let it go.
It’s gonna be alright, don’t worry, let it go.

You were such a kind and gentle man
So full of life, everybody’s friend
You knew right from wrong
You took Khamani to the park
Dropping Madison off at dance
I do this now you’re gone.
And every holiday
I long to hear you say

Ma, don’t worry, let it go.
It’s gonna be alright, don’t worry, let it go.

I’m now in a place
Where I can look at your pictures.
Every day’s just a little bit better
God places you
Where he wants you to be
And I remember what you said to me

John, I never knew I would be in this place in my life before I lost you. I go to sleep and I wake up thinking about you. I never thought the pain, tears and heartache would parish until I found Jesus. I’m glad Jesus extend his love to me. The cloth of Jesus wash my tears and pain away. Rest John babe until I see you again. Oh, I forgot to tell you about your new grandson, Aysa, he’s a beautiful child. And I will always watch over your grandkids and your kids. To God be the glory.

Ma, don’t worry, let it go.
It’s gonna be alright, don’t worry, let it go.