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I tripped
I fell into a cell
Where now I dwell.
So who will aid me now?
I was loved once
but somehow
I've been forgotten
left to rotten,
and spoil;
on my own
I must struggle and toil.
Mam's gone
and Papa's gone;
but my family tree
lives on.
I ask not to condone
What I did
to catch this bid;
I'm a man
not a shallow minded kid.
All I ask is for love
and support,
but they 've fallen short,
and yet I still won't abort
my mission
although my conditions
are rough
I just smile
when the goings
get tough.
Yes, I've been deserted;
Do I deserve it?
NO!
But I wont stoop low
and let hatred grow
inside;
for my pride
allows me to survive
all my letters and calls
have been denied.
I know they'll never visit.
So what is it?
Chance I guess.
Out of sight -
Out of mind.
That's the best
that I can offer,
for it's softer
on my soul;
yet this ol'e heart
is still swole
with compassion
in a fashion unique;
For it's HIM
who keeps this bond concrete
enough for me
to see
that one day
these shackles and chains
Will be cast away.
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