It’s hard writing you from behind
These big green locked doors,
They won’t let me out,
They won’t let me free,
I want to grow some wings,
So I can fly far away
From the penitentiary,
When I walk through the doors
To the outside world, reality will
Hit me.
I’ll have to take a stand,
I’ll stand by your side,
Through the endless nights and sleepless
Days,
Soon enough all this will be a big
Foggy haze,
No more being locked up,
Away from my family
4 comments:
i think you did a great job. you could work on rhyming at the end. i understand where your coming from and i know what its like.
nigga ha ha i loved this one it was so good. You sound like you have been through alot too but you are doing so good. Keep your head up and im here for you. Your so close to getting your wings.
I think this is a good one. I miss my family too. I'm sure you'll be back with them one day!! :)
Being Locked up is horrible and makes you feel like you never did anything right. I like how you put this together.
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