I hope...

As I sit upon the witness chair

At the judge I'm supposed to stare

Give my story, my heart I'll bare

Beg for a sentence long and fair

Explain how hard it's been to cope

May confess how I've turned to dope

Through words of emotion I will grope

Hold myself together, is my hope

I'll tell of memories I hold dear

Then tell of what I now most fear

All his charges I dread to hear

When it's over I'll seek a beer.

I walk in numbness, dread and pain

The thought of seeing him again

Is nothing more than a mental strain

My love for him I need to explain

I just want to hold him one last time

Regardless of the type of his crime

My soul and heart aches and pines

knowing he may be away for a lifetime

Will they let me see him?

I hope

Will they let me hug him?

I hope.

Will he want to see me?

I hope.

I hope.

I hope.