Back into freedom,let freedom ring. Back into freedom, can you hear my
heart sing? Life! Life! That's a helluva word, standing before a judge,
thats all I heard. Railroaded and jailed, doing the hardest of time, all
for a crime that was, and is not mine! Yes! my life was imperfect, I was
naive and weak, I trashed my life, what thrill did I seek? From my
actions, all that was gained, was loss, confusion, heartache and pain. I
made the bed in which I wanted to play, till a controling freak had to
have it his way. High powered politically, infatuated with me, setting
me up, pulling strings, had the power to be. I can't hold the world to
blame for what I've done, I do hold the state accountable for what I've
become. My face won't show happy, nor will it show sad, I'm no longer
angry, and I can't show mad. Twenty plus years spent behind bars, years
upon years, built these scars. Scars of repentance, scars from fears,
scars from holding, and fighting back tears. Back into freedom, let
freedom ring. Back into freedom, please hear my heart sing...

SWEET >>WILL

I to can remember the pain that I was so accustomed to... until ....pain
became the motivating factor.....whereas I decided to change ....Its
been now nearly twelve years since that turn about....and as I look back
I realize... had not been for the experiences.....I'd be mostly yet in
dark .......That is why I praise the Supreme force...that governs
everything....to keep me.........and unvail more of Mans' lies.....
until the day I depart.....I'll cling to that thought ........Thanks
Beautiful!!! For the memoirs....Well said