Imprisoned
Locked behind these four walls the future all you see, Knowing when I need you here, in prison you will be. At night longing to hold me close and whisper in my ear, No one is there to comfort you, as you weep silent tears. No one to touch, a visit through glass, a phone call twice a week You felt like you were stronger once now you feel just meek. As you look forward to a future bright when all is said and done, You hope that what you're longing for will still be there, not gone. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 02:16 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 18 • 0 • 1
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"Locked behind these four walls..."