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M S

How many people in this world,
share the pain that he feels?
Every day he wakes up,
with hope that he heals.
And every day that he wakes,
more movement is gone.
But it's what's still in side,
that keeps him going on.
As he looks back through his life,
he still has his pride.
As his body slows down,
it's still him that's inside.
He keeps his head up,
as he deals with his fear.
Because the strength that's inside,
is why he is still here.
He has no more to lose,
only strength to gain.
Hoping this world,
will learn from his pain.

Dedicated To: John Stewart

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The Addicted

What do you see when you look in my eye?
Can you feel my pain, even though I don't cry?
They don't understand why I do what I do.
But how could they know, if they've never been through?
They say I need help, they lock me up from fear.
They want me to stop, but there's more in here.
They look down on me because I have fallen.
I want it to stop, but addiction is calling.
So I pray every day, for the war to end.
But it only gets worse, the dreams come again.
They don't understand what's wrong with my mind.
As I reach out for help, that I can't seem to find.
So they let me go, despite all there fear.
I walk through the door, it's like I wasn't here.
They put me on paper, my freedoms restricted.
I'm no longer a number, but I'm still the addicted.

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Just Getting By

I read a letter today, from an old time friend.
I was doing just fine, till I got to the end.
He said life was good, nothing else new.
Life was looking up, "How about you?"
I can't understand why he wrote that down.
In prison lifes not up, its lower than the ground.
It's never no different, it's the same in here.
The only good day, is when you sleep with no fear.
Depression sets in, when you think of this mess.
Depression goes away, then in comes the stress.
As I try to write back, I start to feel shame.
I had nothing to say, I only wrote down his name.
It's nice that he wrote, it shows me he's true.
But the only thing we have in common, is nothing else new.
So I went back to the letter, then out came the cry.
As I wrote these three words. "Just Getting By."

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Children of God

For every child of God that struggles,
there's a love that can't hide.
Because a struggle brings out,
their faith that's inside.
When a child of God goes through struggles,
they still find love to give.
Because the struggle on the Cross,
is how we're able to live.
When a child of God is hurt,
lonely or lost.
They remember the struggle,
that was paid on the Cross.
They read words in Red,
that show them how to live.
And when a child of God is hurt,
that child learns to forgive.
When a child of God goes through life,
it may not understand.
But a child of God excepts a struggle,
because it's part of His plan.
For a child of God welcomes,
every struggle that He sends.
Because they know that a struggle,
turns into love in the end.


Dedicated to: Releigh, Ian, and Judy.



P.S. I pray for you too!

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Christmas Time

I tried to be tough in prison, stronger then them all.
But when Chrismas came around, my tears would begin to fall.
I thought of my family, and how they all missed me.
So I'd close my cell door, so no one in prison could see.
Then I'd take my sadness, and turn it into mad.
When I thought of my children, getting no presents from their Dad.
Then one day when my tears began to fall.
My cell door opened up, and my name was called.
I remember that day, as I sat all alone.
When the guard handed me the news, it was a letter from home.
It was a letter from my Mother, telling me Christmas was near.
And it was the greatest Christmas ever, because I was safe inside of here.
She said before I came to prison, her tears fell every night.
She just wanted to know where her son was, just to know he was all right.
Then I saw tears on  the letter, before the next line had begun.
She said Christmas aint about presents, Christmas is about the Son.
Christmas aint about no tree, or  your children getting toys.
And believe me son, these tears you see are tears of joy.
She said as you sit in your cell,don't let it be all that you see.
And know that the greatest gifts, don't fit under no tree.
So turn your tears into joy, before you let them fall.
And know that Christmas is here, even inside of prison walls.