*I copies this poem off an old friends Myspace page... I too miss his brother.
Oh Jailbird Oh Jailbird
he sings his sad song
peers up to the moon
pleeding for dawn
his cry is mornful
its long and slow
its fild with tears
and is filled with woe
he calls to the stars
and curses the past
every night seems longer
then the one he sang last
the walls stand to remind
that he built his own cage
the thought holds agony
that turns into rage
only time is your escape
let it drip, drop, drain away
keep singing ow jail bird
you will fly free again some day
-Sam Bell
Dedicated to my brother
My friend and offender
I love you Cory
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