not to prove my innocence
but to name him guilty
i fight to find the truth
to let my sorrow rest in peace
but when your hearts in the way
the innocent seem guilty
and the guilty...
don't exist
when the truth evades you
trust is non existent
family is no more than occupants of your home
you yourself is considered a suspect
when memory starts slipping and
hearts start to cave
when tears start spilling and
focus isn't clear
that is when the guilty get away
when justice
isn't fair
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Hi it's me Maddie.I need to add mor to mine they were up in 6th grade and forgot about them