by Angelina Merrill
Some people are wrongfully convicted.
Putting in Appeals, hoping the charges will be lifted.
A prison cell, now their new home.
Entrapped, inside razor barb fences.
With no more freedom to roam.
A lot of precious years, will be lost.
At somebody else's cost.
Taking everything day by day.
The only thing left to do is hope and pray.
Maybe some day, the real criminal will meet their fate.
Wrongfully convicted, and having a lot of hate.
Pushed through the system, so they can close the case.
Not able to accept what has happened.
Sooner or later, it will have to be faced.
Innocent as hell, we shouldn't be here.
Living a life of constant fear.
Maybe, they'll realize they made a mistake.
Hopefully some day, when I awake.
I will hear I'm a free man.
And a journey home, I'll take.
In loving memory of our baby Alexa' Nicole Davidson
Http://www.petitiononline.com/Alexa02/petition.html
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