I look out my window as the morning sun is rising.
There are bars on my window.
I'm doing time in prison
It is cold and very lonely here.
Why has everyone given up on me?
I had friends before I got into trouble.
Now,it feels as if, all my friends
have forgotten me.
I'm the same person
before I came here.
I get no,phone calls
hardly any mail or visitors.
I have been forgiven by our Almighty Father!
Why, can't you forgive me?
I realize it must be hard on you.
I can't run to you and hug you.
This is my home for now.
A home with bars on windows.
I miss everyone, my family and friends.
I always on the go, always busy.
Now, I go and do when I am told.
This is my home and life,now.
I would Love to hear from you.
Just a simple "Hi" would do.

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