You
were just a baby... when I was locked away. Oh so many
years ago... But I've still a debt to pay. I can't remember
holding you. Your first words I don't know, but I do
remember seeing your little face all aglow. I remember
being proud when I knew I had a son. I remember the
joy that I felt when telling every one. Many years have
passed since then, and I've spent them in a cell. Wondering
destiny could be hell. I only hope you're smarter. Son,
and my wrongs have taught you right. That you never
follow my footsteps. looking through bars each lonely
night. You'll probably never read these words and I'm
sure it's just as well. For never will words of wisdom,
come from a prison cell. The only thing I've given you
was love you could not see and all I hope for in return
is that you'll never be like me. But be proud of who
you are my son the world belongs to you. Do the things
that must be done, but be right in what you do.
