The Convict Part 6

Guilty? The judge lied. The whole world is Guilty of my guilt now; One down My son Could not speak Because he knows That my innocence rays Like sun This place Holds nothing Like my city - Like sinners paradise I'm in The bars, Walls and fence Doesn't make the jail The feeling that you're there Makes it Prison, Survival Ain't for the weak To live you'd have to seek It here These years Diaries, Newfangled thought... My life seems distorted And gone. Waiting For my last Days as tenant Of the damned and silenced To come...