Change

She had a heart so pure, a love so great
I can only explain her as my soul mate
A special woman, she would make a perfect wife
But the path I took led to a different life

My dealing ways went from bad to worse
For the last few years its being a curse
Acting reckless and riding it tough
If truth be known ive had enough

I trust in the lord, waiting for a sign
Guide me away from this life of crime
How many times am I going to fail
Slip up once and im straight back in jail

So as I prepare for another try
I life in jail for what and why
As the cycle hardly breaks
Got to do right after all the mistakes

poem by Nic Hillen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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