I always wanted freedom,
not being told what to do.
But I broke the law,
got caught and sent to jail.
My children were taken away.
And no one brings them to see me
while I serve time.
People I thought I knew
are now strangers.
My children have forgotten me,
but I haven’t forgotten them.
Catching up is the hardest thing
when you're in jail
and doors on the outside are still closed.
I want to push my daughter on a swing.
I want to hold my son’s hand
and walk down the street.
The law is a barbed wire
around my life,
a noose that uses the weight
of my past against me.