Trapped & That's Alright
By: Ralph Stokes, AY-9034
175 Progress Drive
Waynesburg PA 15370

THAT'S ALRIGHT

No one ever shook my hand
No one ever looked at me as a man
No one ever gave me a grain of sand
But that's alright

No one ever invited me inside
No one ever offered me a ride
No one ever took my side
But that's alright

No one ever helped me in school
No one ever offered me a stool
No one every told me the rules
But that's alright

No one ever gave me the time
No one ever offered me a dime
No one ever paid me any mind
But that's alright

No one ever called me a friend
No one ever asked "How I been?"
No one ever took me in But that's alright

No one ever offered me a bone
No one ever consigned me a loan
No one ever told me I'd end up alone
But like I said, That's alright

TRAPPED

Trapped In a cell like a wild animal ready to be slaughter.
Trapped all day and night without lights
Trapped around hopelessness and despair.
Trapped around misery, envy and jealously.
Trapped on death row locked away in a dungeon of darkness.
Trapped where no one hears you cry.
Trapped in a cell around ones that are mentally, physically, emotionally damage.
Trapped in a world of confusion.
Trapped in a cell waiting for one to feed you.
Trapped In a cell waiting for someone to take you for a shower.
Trapped in a cell waiting for someone to bring you a phone.
Trapped in a cell waiting for someone to take you to a caged yard.
Trapped in a cell waiting for someone to take you to a visit with handcuffs and shackles.
Trapped in a cell with men who seeks God's mercy.
Trapped amongst aching souls, longing to breathe free.

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"A person who doesn't lose his wits over
certain things, has no wits to lose"
GF Lessing, 1772

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