The One Thing Keeping Me Alive

Broken
Wandering
My mind
Left pondering

Only solution
Keep walking on
No one notices
As I'm an ex-con

No home
Or place to be
So I venture alone
On the streets

Abused a child
I was set here
Becoming an addictive abuser
A twin of Dad, I'm near

Wife stolen
Kids rejected
They say they're trying
To have my world perfected

'Perfection does not reside,
When my life is taken.'
I may still be alive
But my insides are no longer shaken

I wander in search
Of where my life has gone
I'm wanting of my family
Which the government won

After 4 years
Would they recognize me?
After going through jail
And treatment facility?

Would they trust me,
Even though I've screwed up?
Or would I be thrown back here,
A lost fuck-up?

I'll never know
Until I find
My family
The one thing keeping me alive