Hard Time

Hard Time

 

Where are you tonight?
I wish I didn’t know.
With leaves closed I see you
Head in hands, bending low.
The cold cell surrounds you
And I can see the men.
Some swearing innocence
Others admitting sin.
How can I save you?
I’m searching for the key.
If love was the answer
Tonight you would be free.

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