Feathered Freedom

Time has elapsed leaving me with flashbacks Five years ago I was on the right track They said I was doing great/ The jury made a mistake/ He walked free from cuffs/ No longer myself life's rough/ Worst part he will touch again/ Not only me and my best friend/ Im lucky to be live/ So I write with strive/ To tell and worn/ Mostly for my mourn/ Loss of innocence/ Screams of dissonance/ Ecko as I lie awake/ A pattern integrates/ I see these words Fly like birds/ To those detached/ Brainwashed and scratched Birds that carry them away/ Onto the right path I pray