Please.
Don't hold on anymore.
I've wasted enough of your time.
It's just
not
meant
to
be.
You deserve far better
than the likes of me.
All I could ever give you is my words.
And I still promise I meant every one that I ever said.
But the soul can't live on letters and syllables alone.
And actions
surely must
speak louder
than words.

Please find somebody who can make you happy.

Now, you're seated behind those walls.
Probably regretting ever decision you made or call.
Sure, you know Title VI more than you ever could recall the bible.

Now, you're facing reality that your freedom is limited.
Cause of the crime you committed.
Oh, a prisoner's regret.

There surrounded by some probably better or worse than you.
While the family you harm with your crimes has the option to forgive.
Or chose not to forgive you.
Yes, a prisoner's regret.

Your family optioning to visit or not visit you.
And you getting upset if some simply refuses too.
Remember your decision to go against laws of society placed you here.
When in truth all you had to do was follow rules assigned you.

Now you an expert on prisons rights.
Like many inmates  learning all the policies.
Which is strange because your charges states you ran from the police.
Oh, a prisoner's regret.

You living under this impression that the state owes you.
When it truth you owe your victims more.
You a WARD of the states with limited rights.
And get highly upset when rules requires you to stand up and be counted during the day.
The evening or night.

But you gave up your freedom by a choice of your own.
Heck, you even have rules governing the minutes you are on the phone.
Yes, a prisoner's regret..
Maybe one day you get probation.
Then maybe you flatting out.
But remember , if you return to prison once more.
Its because of a decision of your very own.
Yes, a prisoner's regret.
One with a felony tagging with you everywhere you go.

From a child perspective, we think you'll live forever.
You're the person of warmth with the fantastic charm.
One, who unselfishly welcome you in your arms.
The one many of us simply call mom.

From a child perspective, you that man we brag upon.
The house defender ready to act like our defendant.
One, we know go through  the ditches to make sure we have.
If you can't say you love us.
In our heart , we know you care.

The feeling.
The impression is there.
As adults and reflecting back.
Many of us must confess, we take you for granted.

Long when you're gone.
And we think of you.
We realize the various things we put you through.
Even the best of the best must confess this.
We take you for granted.

Honor and respect you honestly have earned.
From the love you shown.
From providing us a home.
For sacrifices you have made.
Really,again for various things.

If we should list upon papers the positive against the negative.
We realize the pluses out weigh the minuses.
Sad when truth comes from the baddest of times.
That we take you for granted.
After seeing the things you have went out of your way to do for us.

Oh, the life of a parent.
You deserve so much more.

I was
a                                                            ­        
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t                                         en
racted to your brok
wings.