Sitting in jail thinking about my past,
It all comes back to me in a flash.
As I would walk out the door each night,
I should have looked at my Mom and seen her fright.
As I would walk down the street,
I shouldn't have had to pray to God not to let me get beat.
As I would get to my destination,
I should have looked at the drugs with hesitation.
As I was inhaling the smoke,
I should have realized life wasn't a joke.
As I was sitting in the car that last day,
I should have known the price to pay.
Now I wish I could take it all back,
I wish the court system would cut me some slack.
I realize what happened had to be done,
But the outcome has left me stunned.
I wish I could go back to my family,
And they would welcome me with open arms happily.
But I'm not their little girl anymore,
Nothing is like how it was before.
So now all I have left to do is pray,
That the good Lord will forgive me someday...
