Two forms of isolation
But the pain remains the same
Drifting in the shadows reliving the mistakes
Concrete walls and hardened hearts the shackles remain
Bound by the chains
Longing to be free
On and on, it never ends, the dead bolt contains
Bound by the chains
Longing to be free
The woven razors bleeding dreams dry
A noose is made from a suit and tie
Chain links blurring, horizon distancing
Slowly fading, sedate until days end
Lost in life's design
Product of violence
Lost in life's design
A slave to vices
A sentence to die, a story with no plot
A blank page, and a body emptied out
Wasting behind the bars a slow decay
Distant reflections but not to the common eye
Both share a void, in their minds
One seeks their restitution
And the other an escape
Both held as a prisoner
But with a different landscape
Lost in life's design
Product of violence
Lost in life's design
A slave to vices
Two forms of isolation
But the pain remains the same
Bound by the chains
Longing to be free
Will redemption find its way into the cell?
Will redemption pull the "free man" from his hell?