MY CONQUERED WARRIOR.
A multitude by your grave side, Yet none was there through the rough tide, No one was there through the tough ride, They all stand
THE BIG HOUSE
Tossed behind bars to rot, For a felony not committed, Caught trapped in a wrong place, at a wrong time, Image tainted, dignity utterly shattered,
THE DAYS ARE HERE
There are days I lied about having something for dinner The days you text first so they won’t have to ask later There are days
RESTORATION.
I found a new start by his side, Through a tough tide , He still stood close, He still embraced me, A light to my
