Prisoners

On the street I'd've shot you dead!

Now you pass, and I turn my head.

I don't want you to see me here.

I'm not

TEARS

Emotions stirring deep inside
Formulating mists
Pain and grief I cannot hide
Nor manage to resist.

Beads of burdens flowing

Prison Man,   

Holding on to hope and staying strong.   Life within the walls, it ain't easy.

Keeping

Prisoners of the World

We steal from those who cant defend themselves.

We fear for our lives, and those in our clique on

For all the love of life, the laughter, the tears, the pains and the joys

I can not imagine the torment of time behind bars,