55 Years

55years they give my son
The boy of mine is way to young
I cry, I pleaded, the cops I call
That pedophile deserved to fall
No one listened, no one cared
Now my sons freedom wont be spared
They say the killing was brutal and violent
Even though he was being molested by a tyrant
My son and our family are the true victims here
Goodbye Brandon Johnston for 55 years

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