I sniff the filthy cold concrete
I wish for grass beneath my feet
Those I loved somehow I failed
They brought me here where I am jailed
Do I deserve a gentle hand?
A place to run and room to stand?
Or am I simply marked for death?
Poison gas my final breath?
In my heart I love them all
As I pace from wall to wall
Some walk by, will the pick me?
Unlock the door and set me free?
Is there someone with heart to teach?
A child to love, a soul to reach?
I just want to be your friend
Please don’t say my life must end.
(Author unknown)
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