Like ice under snow
Only pain I can know
There is no relief
My heart’s desire
To just get out of this mire
I love you all
Near and dear
Just terribly sad
I can’t let you hear
Like quick under sand
I have nowhere to land
Sinking and sinking
That’s all I seem to do
This is what I have left
All that’s true
So what do I have left
To give to you
I don’t know
But maybe you do

Chris Peterson
DOC #211648