Until next time

Father forgive them, for they know not what they do

until they feel blue,

see the red, and

wish they did otherwise instead.

Captured by their regrets

strangled by their thoughts

pinned down by a disorder

sent to a prison for rehabilitation

and some order.

Sent back into society

no job because of their criminal record

struggles to maintain sobriety

until their back in court

on the face of every news report.

Mother cries in the backroom

mouths" until the next time"

living in their environment

means doing nothing but crime 



Mother cries out



I tried to raise you better...

tried to keep you away

made you go to school

packed your lunch everyday.

Those thugs would hang around

begged you to stay away from that side of town

but you always went

getting into trouble

while I struggle to pay rent.

Oh, God help my child

he's too wild

his father is not here either

Stuck in jail

never helped with his child,

but wants me to post his bail

oh, God Oh God

what did I do to deserve this hell?



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