I stand accused of
a terrible crime that
i did not even commit
my freinds have said
that i have damaged
my name for the paprettiazz
can't wait to sink there teeth into me
and they made sure that the book is thrown at me
i did not do it i
did not do, as i plead
to the judge to release me from these
foolish charges that have been used against me
a river of tears pour down my face as
i try to rest my weary & tired eyes ,
i pray up to God every night for him to send
somebody to rescue me, i stand accused to prove
to everyone & myself that i am not a bad person
an angel whispered into my ear & told me not to
worry she told me that the lord will take care of u .
* this poem is all mine *