WHEN JAIL IS HOME

No roof...

No warm place to lay your head in the winter...

No fireplace with family and friends to share moments

Of the past year...

No cool air from the sweltering heat that summer can bring...

Every night and Everyday...

You do your best to make it better one day...

Maybe, that's why you had to do what you had to do...

JAIL IS HOME!

You don't go to jail for good behavior...

That's the move for the...

Desperate, the lost, and those that were left behind...

Hugs...

sparrowsong