Get Back Home

Locked down in a cell, he lies down in his bed

hoping to sleep through some hours of this

   living hell

closes his eyes for a minute and thinks of

   his girl

missing her so badly

wishing he could kiss and tell her

all the things that he didn’t

cos been he’s sitting in this jail

with these four walls a constant reminder to

   him of how he failed

now everyday he has to live with mess he made

And on their cigarette breaks the boys walk

    the yard

in a straight line they march to their own beat

back and forth they pace like waves crashing

   on the shore

today has happened before and tomorrow

   comes slowly

past the sterile zone, he still dreams

of the day he can get back home

waiting on a free will of his own

then he’ll step into a world unknown