19 September 2012
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
The One Thing Keeping Me Alive • Opuss № I