| Here I sit in my cell
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| Plain white, stone cold walls
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| All alone with my thoughts, memories
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| And my regrets to keep me company
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| WISHING ONLY IF. |
| .
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| Dreaming of holding my babies
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| Hearing their tiny voices and laughter
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| Watching them grow up
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| Dreaming I could see and touch
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| My Mom without the glass
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| IF ONLY. |
| .
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| IF ONLY. |
| .
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| I HAD REACHED OUT!
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| Dreaming of feeling wet grass on bare feet
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| The sun on my face, wind in my hair
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| Watching the stars
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| Feeling peace, hope, happiness, and belonging
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| IF ONLY. |
| .. I' D REACHED OUT!
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| Reality, I' m alone on DEATH ROW
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| With no sense of hope, peace, or happiness
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| Day in, day out, I relive my failures, regrets
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| And that terrible night, knowing I’m
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| To blame for losing my babies
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| Realizing that what I dream of most
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| Could have been reality for me
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| Could have been reality for them
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| IF ONLY. |
| .. I' D REACHED OUT!
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| Here I sit in my cell
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| Plain white, stone cold walls
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| All alone with my thoughts, memories
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| And my regrets to keep me company
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| WISHING ONLY IF. |
| .
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| I 'D REACHED OUT! |