Jail Bars

Why does the worst things happen to some if the best people
Divorce...crushed his family
Even worse his girl broke his heart
His future was bright, yet false accusations burned that too
Now behind bars is the kindest soul
Not always well tempered 
But always there when needed
His hands were open wide even when heated
He would give you his shirt and wouldn't think twice 
My best friend, my big brother is far from home
Behind cold black bars and a peed on bed
With people who are scarer then the devils head
There stands my angel in hells path

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