The Years In Here I Will Reason

They put me in here to suffer They put me in here to think They think I did something I didn't They think I'm not someone but something The evidence was there before them To crimes I'm supposed to have done But I didn't hurt those people I didn't kill no one Now appeal is my only hope of release From these walls that harbour bad men Someone planned and deliberately took my freedom Someone out there is happy that I'm gone. One day I will find that person or people One day I will have my revenge I won't harm them or stop them from breathing But suffer by my hand they will For every year I'm without my freedom I will take a part of their life from them The years in here I will reason To myself to fine tune my plans They will regret ever thinking of stealing My freedom, my life, my innocence.