Doing Time

As I sit alone in my cell My mind starts to dwell On the fact that I’m still here Trapped in my own hell Alone and imprisoned By my own fear As I continue my sentence Year after year My own prison I've built Out of my own depression and shame Unwilling to forgive I have only myself now to blame The foundation was laid From my mistakes and bad choices Bonded and strengthened By all the angry condemning voices The walls are built high Solid and stout To insure that I never Climb or break out Though my crimes were not evil To be punishable by death Sometimes I imagine it so That I can breathe my last breath Loneliness and heartache Are two things I know well Along with sorrow and pain That keep me confined to my cell One day I may be pardoned And finally set free From the emotional chains That are now binding me When that day comes Will I be reformed and made whole Or in this cell will I stay Another condemned and lost soul