Sitting all alone again in this room so small, waiting and wondering if and when he is going to call, try to stay up and await for the phone to ring, its his B-Day today maybe I will sing. Sitting alone in this small room once again, lost in thoughts, my head is in a spin, thinking about the end of the month, thinking and hoping for a win. Once again his life is in their hands, as time goes on we march to their band.This is ridiculous as every one knows, year after year he has to put on a good show. Forty years is way to long to be behind cold iron bars, innocently he sits, torn to pieces and bits. They go in a room and say how do you do, he will say I'm fine what about you? They view his paper work as always making him go through the same old stuff, he is a gentle man, not even rough. Again they ask him the same old questions over and over, then say thank you and good-bye, and here is where we begin to cry. They tell him we will give you our decision in a few days, but its always the same he has 2 more years to stay. I'm praying this time for his release, oh please, oh please hear our prayers for him to be set free, so him and I can finally just be together, just him and me.


Asking for prayers, my husband sits innocently almost forty years for a crime he did not commit....:(