You told me, because they told you
You warned me, like they warned you.
You did your best, unlike the rest
You used your talent, to release your stress
You drew your freedom, you drew your soul
You drew your dreams, for all to hold...
Until you could take them back for good
You painted the world you knew you'd have
The one you left
The one you had.
You slowly made your tiny hole
Into a home, instead of hell.
You brought it to us with your eyes and hand
You drew the only things you could see,
which wasn't much, to eyes that are free.
And when they ripped you away from security,
They said there was reason, "you're soon to be free"
But instead of getting a reward
You were at the mercy of the new prison's "lord"
When he slammed his fist into your head,
you didn't know it was coming, you thought were dead
The blows kept coming from all around
The darkness and pain kept you down
When they were done, they told you to leave
Or they would finish you, and leave you to bleed
They took your brush, they took your pen,
they took your life, and hemmed you in.
And now all you want is to go home,
Where you belong, where you will be
Oil painting by My Brother, 2008