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May 2015
where is that child I saw in the mirror when I looked?He
smoked a joint,did a shot a then he was hooked.
for 30 years he lived a life of crime while his mother cried at home.
now in a lonely cell he sits digging up old bones.

he thinks about all the friends who once touched his life
he thinks about the girl he used to call his wife
this bed he made himself he must now lay within
and face the consequences of 30 years of sin.

he knows his life is over he'll die here in a cell.
but every day with hope he'll pray he doesn't go to hell.
he wondered now how does his family feel.
his kids have forgiven him many things, do they forgive him still?

he wants to go back to that young boy and make him understand,
you don't have to rob or **** just to be a man.
but its too late now so he just saves his breath,
as the warden walks that lost boy,slowly to his death!
Written by
Brady Duke  cental calif.coast
(cental calif.coast)   
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   joel hansen and Cold-Bones
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