The Letter

THE LETTER

Dear Mumma, hello, this is Henry your son
I'm writing this letter 'bout the things I have done
I won't tell no lies for the sake of my son
So please bless the boy with my memory

I tried to do right by the folks that I knew
But a weakness inside me sent my life askew
I mixed with a bunch then the trouble it grew
Instead of rubbing elbows with the gentry

They say you can choose every choice that you make
So I chose to steal and every job rose the stake
It was never enough no matter how much we'd take
Because our picture paid more with the bounty

I promised myself that I would not take a life
And I regret to this day, the day I widowed a wife
Self defence waived and that's the day they said I'd
become the most wanted man in the county

The life I have led is a path straight to hell
And wealth, fame and fortune is a bottomless well
My greed was my devil and my soul I did sell
For these are the words of the guilty

The span of one's life is undecided when born
And I'll breathe my last breath in the 'morrow at dawn
If you don't shed a tear, I won't blame you at all
But I beg of you son please forgive me

Dear Mumma, hello, this is Henry your son
I'm writing this letter 'bout the things I have done
I won't tell no lies for the sake of my son
So please bless the boy with my memory