Being In a Prison
There you are
On the other side of the window
You look sad and scared
Wondering where your son is about to go
You tell me you miss me
And that you want me home
Then you smile
And tell me how much my little brother has grown
We catch up on lost times
As fast as we can
Because we both know
We'll probably never see each other again
You start crying
And I can see
That deep inside you're dying
You're blaming yourself
For not being the best mom
And I tell you
It was my choice to do wrong
It hurts me to see you blaming yourself
Because I know that deep inside
You wish you could help
Because you already have one son gone
And you're about to lose another one
The only thing you want right now
Are your two oldest children
Back with their little brother
And home with their loving mother
It's about time for you to go
We sit in silence
Wishing that we were on the same side of the window
That we could hug for one last time
Before I get sent away for my crime
You put your hand to the glass
And I start crying
I've hurt so many people and this is the last
Because it's not worth watching my whole life go
Behind the window
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