Wrote this poem in Prison on 11/7/07 1:27am.
Waiting
Looking threw the bars
Looking out the open fields so near but yet so far.
Wondering about my friends out there
What there doing now.
Wishing I could be with them today.
My strength is my memories of yesterday
I keep them close I keep them near.
I keep them, to keep down the fear.
For every day I awake and pray
For the Lord to take my soul away.
I know life with him is much better than life behind theses walls,
I know someday he will take me away
I pray that day will come today.
But if not I’ll do my best
And wait another day.
And listen for him to say
I’m taking you away today my friend.
Because today is the end.