To the powers that be, FHANTHOM’s THERAPY has been gone for a while
And I write this in utter pain of the situation I’m in
And I’ve got limited control over
I plead for freedom
Freedom to do what I want, when I want.
For the past months, I’ve been stuck in a system
A system of routine,
A system without peace.
And the only routine i’d rather have would be with my love.
The only one I’ve truly loved.
If I’m kept in here any longer, we might just drift apart.
Either she forgets me, or my soul departs.
I die slow at the thought that she could be married to another.
Even quicker when i think of how he might maltreat her.
I truly miss her.
It’s because of her love I’m here with good behaviour,
And yearning for the day that you bless my endeavours.
So I’d be patient,
I’d wait my turn,
and enjoy my break when its given.
I’d work for it,
So that I can smile through it.
Behind these bars is a man that loves his baby
And I dont care how long it takes me,
I’ll strive harder just to be with my baby.
P.s::: Replace her/baby with music…. behind each bar is a deeper meaning