Photo credit: Asher Legg
I visit you in my innocence:
not looking for a husband nor a friend;
sing songs of hope to make a difference,
did not know the night mare you endure;
the dark hole within—you fought,
to prove your innocence:
still trap by the imprisonment;
behind bars, i saw victory—you,
with pure conscience:
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I was right.
Maybe in you was mischief.
My thoughts then—still now,
scream in silence:
Fight to stay alive!
I did not know then, the weight you carried:
for freedom; to protect you, protect me,
to protect the innocent: I know now,
the battle you fought, was too deep to see:
the absence of love was all that you need!