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A Song For My Jailbird
It's always, hello baby.
Then it's goodbye.
Why don't you stay with me?
You'd have a good life.
It was hello.
And I took you back.
You said you'd change
I was foolish to believe that.
Then it was goodbye, back to the slammer.
You promise you'd come out clean.
I knew it was a lie,
Yet, I hoped
because I loved you,
and I made myself believe
Our children said "Hello"
When you returned to my side.
But drugs and alcohol,
Had made you whispering another goodbye.
The children keep asking,
"Mommy, where's Daddy?"
Lying to them, hurts me,
"Daddy is working, honey"
Sometimes, I'd ask,
Do you like being behind bars?
Do you like Junior,
talking to you,
on the other side of a bullet proof glass?
Do you like Jessica,
being stared at by those other sickos?
Would you clean up your act,
for baby Joshua, and be his hero?
Do you love me enough
to leave the street life?
Or do you want some one come looking for us,
and kill us, in the middle of the night.
The thing is, I love you no matter what.
The children ask for you all the time.
It hurts me to see them like that.
I'm sorry, but now, it's my turn to utter this painful, goodbye.
Entered into the 'A Song For My Jailbird' Competition
Then it's goodbye.
Why don't you stay with me?
You'd have a good life.
It was hello.
And I took you back.
You said you'd change
I was foolish to believe that.
Then it was goodbye, back to the slammer.
You promise you'd come out clean.
I knew it was a lie,
Yet, I hoped
because I loved you,
and I made myself believe
Our children said "Hello"
When you returned to my side.
But drugs and alcohol,
Had made you whispering another goodbye.
The children keep asking,
"Mommy, where's Daddy?"
Lying to them, hurts me,
"Daddy is working, honey"
Sometimes, I'd ask,
Do you like being behind bars?
Do you like Junior,
talking to you,
on the other side of a bullet proof glass?
Do you like Jessica,
being stared at by those other sickos?
Would you clean up your act,
for baby Joshua, and be his hero?
Do you love me enough
to leave the street life?
Or do you want some one come looking for us,
and kill us, in the middle of the night.
The thing is, I love you no matter what.
The children ask for you all the time.
It hurts me to see them like that.
I'm sorry, but now, it's my turn to utter this painful, goodbye.
Entered into the 'A Song For My Jailbird' Competition
Published 8th Jul 2013
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