BEHIND THIS STEAL DOOR

Behind this steal door is the sail assigned to me,
Four walls, a bed, a toilet and a sink,
Looking out the window thinking oh how i wont to be free,
So close to freedom but then again so far away,
Reaching out to God to strengthen my faith,
Sitting and laying thinking thoughts of hate,
Wiping my tears and feeling the pain of heartache,
Wishing that my past would just be erased,
Starting over fresh and fixing my mistakes,

Behind this steal door is where i take each breath i breathe,
Folding my hands as my bible i begin to read,
Thanking God for each and every blessing I've received,
Acknowledging the wisdom that has been installed in me,
Changing my life cause jail is not the place i wont to be,

Behind this steal door is where i see all the wrong I've done,
Not only how i miss but how  i hurt my son,
How in his life i have fallen behind,
It's only been four months,
But four months that i will never be able to reverse in time,
 
Behind this steal door is  where i found out it's not all about i,
How i hear my mama's voice of the very things she warned me the days before she died,
Where I'm aware of how i crossed the line,
Of not being able to deal with this conviction i hold onto deep down inside,
To change my life is what I've decide,
Realizing that i have control over my body, soul, and mind,

Behind this steal door is where i struggle to survive,
See God work miracles throughout me and others lives,
Satin is who i bind,
I am no longer blind,
SO BEHIND THIS STEAL DOOR IS WHERE I MAKE MY LAST TIME!!!!!!