Loving a convict is hard they say
Even when its your son its a tough price to pay…
As you think of all the words left untold
Leaving only pictures with memories to hold…
Countless times he whispers he loves you
Leaving the wind to carry back the message – you love him too…
Looking into space wondering if his family will wait
He gets off his knees knowing he can’t change his fate…
It would be much easier to let them go
Only he can’t cause he needs them so…
He can no longer cry so his soul sheds his tears
His constant company are his hopes, dreams, and fears…
So if you love him and miss him tell him so
Write it down so he’ll always know…
I’m looking in the mirror can you see
The man I’m speaking of is me…
