Ticking Away the minutes,hours & daze in this cell
All kinds of thoughts race through my mind, is this place hell?
Bitter thoughts of what I did to get me here
I wish I wouldn't have listened to the one's I call my peers
The one's I'm talking about, They know who I mean
I remember them saying "Try it, Or are you green?"
Yes, I am talking about the drugs that I do
But, now they sure got me feeling blue
I know for myself, the answer should have been
"NO"
But The life That I was living is just the way that it goe's
Days In this Prison Cell now turn to yrs
I can Hardly help my eyes from bursting into tears
Even your Family is doing this time with you, This I do know
The letters they write, And the calls that I make they tell me so
This is my last go 'round, I have got to make a stand
I look to the Lord Jesus for the things I do not understand
I ask him to help me from falling off this narrow path
And Pray that having him in my Heart will keep me from God's Mighty Rath
I've been born again, backslided most of the way
Now I have got to do thing's right for the rest of my stay

� Gregory B Emerson 10-2002