Beautiful Souls

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Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
Here’s a little rhyme. As I’m chilling doing time, paying the price for my crime.
They talked to us about our struggles, their words we could not hear, while being condemned and held accountable; our vision was not clear.
Bandyup is a place, where we are a mixed race. It doesn’t matter where we are from, we should support each other as one.