Lydia my child,
Your smile was so bright,
I would wake up in the morning and know things were alright.
You would swing on the swing,
And go play with your things,
And the birdies would sing, as mommy would bring.
But then one night,
January 9th,
Your death had arrived at the stroke of midnight.
I bowed down and cried,
As they took you outside,
And everything went white,
When you were out of my sight.
I was dressed up in black,
Lookin like Ms. Mary Mack,
With a tissue in hand,
As the preacher put up his hand.
We prayed and prayed,
As the angles sung away,
When I counted to three,
You were buried down deep,
Into the soil of god,
I knew you were gone.
But you were safe,
Which made things okay,
Cause I would always remember and love the smile of Lydia Dagon anyways.

Sitting in this jail cell contemplating my choices
I wish I never ever hit the joined the raid and hit the police
I’m glad I dropped the knife from the shop assistants throat
Glad that I saw reason from wanting to steal from the bank.
I sit in this prison though for all my minor actions
I stole a car drunk one night and got caught in a police chase
Was caught stealing from the supermarket because I had no money
And attempting to ****** the shop assistants that I robbed.
But I have never felt so scared within this wire fenced jail
I pray each night that I will live to see the next day as I close into my parole
As inmates get murdered on severely injured with the guards looking away
And being alone in here makes me realise while everyone tries to escape.
Standing outside these prison walls looking in where all my problems were left
I sit and pray for forgiveness and the chance to prove I have changed
Walking around in a business suit going to and from the court house I was in
Is where my job is now as I go to court with all the minors to help them if I can.