Magic Man, why don’t you sing?
I sing only to please the children after the long spring
Magic Man, why do you smile?
I smile to free myself from the sadness of my exile
Magic Man show me a magic trick?
I cannot, young one, my magic is old as a soggy tunic
Magic Man, why don’t you play?
I had played for years, the playfulness in me has gone astray
Magic Man, why have you changed?
I changed and grew woeful of being doomed
Magic Man, when do you leave?
I cannot leave for I shall stay in misbelieved
Magic Man, why do you cry?
I cry for my lonely soul to be free from this calamity
Magic Man, why are you not free?
I am free, free, as free as a shackled man can be
A man behind bars,
Committed for a crime he did not do,
The wife on the outside,
Thinking this could not be true,
Evidence says otherwise,
Frame could it be,
Being wrongly convicted,
Accused and deceived,
Does she stay with him,
Or pray he gets free,
Does she become scaired,
Paranoid or misbelieved,
He thinks behind bars,
Of who could set him up,
A wife of unknowing knowledge,
Or his friends,
Who are in need,
Released on his own recognance,
But still feeling guilty,
A mind plays so many games,
Even if it's unsacred,
Following his wife,
An investigator for crime,
To find shes shacked up,
With another man on the side,
He was behind bars,
For a crime well known,
The love of his life,
Beautiful and always conceided,
Knowing the murder of this man,
Trapped on what to do,
Can't trust his wife no more,
He begins to drink lots of licquor,
Six feet under,
Wife never knowing what happened,
Behind bars,
In his mind,
A crime he never committed,
In a world she never be of knowing,
She shed fake tears,
Not knowing he new what she done,
She will never know,
But behind bars for a crime,
That he wasn't the one,
And she was just never done....
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