This morning when I woke up my hand reached out for you,
but your not here, it was a dream, my dreams had not come true.
While standing in the kitchen as I watched the coffee pot.
I looked around my modest home at all the things Iíve got.
But I would gladly trade them all just to have you here
the chance to kiss your lips again or just to pull you near.
The hardest thing that I must face is knowing you are there
I want to throw a fit and scream, like a child "Its not fair!"
Before you came into my life I thought my mind was set
I thought that if you did the crime you deserve just what you get.
And though I still believe this, sometimes its hard to hear
that in the justice system the facts arenít always clear.
That a small infraction of your parole can get you years in jail
while the man who just beat his child.. with the right moneyís making bail.
Each year when they deny you and wonít send you home to me
I realize they donít see youíve changed they just see history.
Forever youthful mistakes will follow you I know
but in my mind it doesnít matter where youíve been but where you go.
No matter all the changes you will make within your mind
the past is not always in the pastÖ and not always left behind.
There are things in life we all have done of which we take no pride
little secrets that follow locked within us deep inside.
There really is no difference between where you are and where Iím not
the sad fact of reality is that baby you got caught.