Sandy
06-06-2002, 03:28 PM
Death Row was once just a place to me
Where society left its troubles,
For no one to see...
A place of personal tragedy
No good to be found, only misery
Death Row was where hatred dwelled
In murderous hearts,
Condemned to hell...
A place I imagined where time stood still
No future, no dreams, for those who had killed.
Until one day when I looked in
And found looking back, the eyes of a friend
A man with a heart
And a mind to match mine.
A poet, and artist, a lover of life
A man who once led a life of crime
Death Row now has a face and a name,
A voice to point out Society’s shame
That we throw away people
And never look back
To see if just one might get back on track
That we don’t step in; let love work its way
Into souls that need healing
And hearts that need faith.
Where society left its troubles,
For no one to see...
A place of personal tragedy
No good to be found, only misery
Death Row was where hatred dwelled
In murderous hearts,
Condemned to hell...
A place I imagined where time stood still
No future, no dreams, for those who had killed.
Until one day when I looked in
And found looking back, the eyes of a friend
A man with a heart
And a mind to match mine.
A poet, and artist, a lover of life
A man who once led a life of crime
Death Row now has a face and a name,
A voice to point out Society’s shame
That we throw away people
And never look back
To see if just one might get back on track
That we don’t step in; let love work its way
Into souls that need healing
And hearts that need faith.