Strong Arms

I remember mom and dad holding me
In their strong arms.
Even though I was only a child back then. Now I count steel bars and lonely days.
I remember time pasted, as tears roll down my face
A cell becomes my new home. As I turn young adulthood.
Different arms hold me now.
For I'm held in the "strong arms of the law."

by Jan Demaggio

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