View of Self

Meaningless

was how he saw his life

Stuck between walls

No job, no wife

No one on whom he could fall

Who would love him for who he was

Murder is so hard to forgive

And as the chatter turns to a buzz

It becomes harder and harder to live

Faced day by day with the same old thing

Trying to forget

Trying, still, to take wing

Until his fate has been met

His sentence served

And he is once again

In the hands of the Lord

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