Forgotten
Poem #3 about the year I spent locked up for a crime I didn't commit.Come and take a ride with me,Let's see how long you last,It's the never-ending story,It all begins in my past,Imprisoned for a crime,I didn't even do,This is just a portion,Of the Hell that I went through.You have to learn to sleep,With at least one eye open,Locked down every single day.Daydreaming, wishing, hopin',Daydreaming about my babies,That I may never hold again.Wishing I could turn back time, I found the strength...