A Wall of Memories
I wake up to a wall of memories Each and every day. And gaze at the photos hanging there Thinking of things I'd like to say.
The precious people With their smiling faces. From near and far And exciting places.
My wall of memories Is where I like to go. When my soul gets weary And my heart sinks low.
You see my name is Jeff And I live on Death Row, Where smiles are as strange As summer is to snow.
So I turn to my wall of memories When my strength starts to fail, And see all my friends hanging there, Who share with me this hell.
You see from the beginning to the end I've never really been alone. Because my wall of memories Can always take me home.
So for all the people That have helped me see this through, Along my wall of memories I dedicate this poem to you.