Good Seed

The more time I spend in this cell,

The more the devil can control his hell.

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Let me be free from all this pain and hate,

But sometimes I just think it too late,

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Why does all this pain happen to me?

Can this demon just set me free,

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It feels as though my hands are tied,

I think about my babies. Only to break down and cry,

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I try over and over, again and again,

Please believe me my honourable friend,

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Home sounds so sweet to the heart,

If only shown from the very start,

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I only wish for my hands to be freed,

Don’t beat me up about my past.

Coz I truly am a good seed.