While I sit in this dingy tiny cell…
I think of those I hurt the most…
I reminisce on the crazy life I’ve lived…
And for what?
To sit in this ugly little cell…
Quarter of my life has gone by…
But now I do have the opportunity to mend my ways…
I can do no harm…
But to make amends…
Not only with those I’ve hurt…
But with myself…
And as I sit in this dull tiny cell…
Contemplating what my life will be like…
I know, I don’t ever want to be back to this dingy tiny cell…
