Much, Much More

I cry much, much more This days The tears that run from my eyes I can't stop it They fall and they fall Non stop When I sleep I see images That haunt me still today Images of my time in jail Me confined to a cell I hate small spaces I feel that I can't breath in it I try to block that image out of my mind And that thought of the jail also But I still have a hard time dealing with it because it still fresh on my mind I did my time in jail And that was the worst lesson in my life That I had to go through I am not happy about it I think I will have to live with it for the rest of my life