I Wouldn'T Want To Relive
I wouldn't want to relive my time in the foster home,
the beatings I would receive, I felt so all alone.
Baked apple they gave us morning, noon and night,
nothing they did would make you feel right.
Torn clothes and old sneakers is all we had,
never let them see you cry or be sad.
Other kids that were loud in the night,
a needle they received to make them sleep tight.
When I think of those times and what it did to me,
I know how good life is now that I am free.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2013
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