i walk round and about
standing with nothing to do but what am told
nowhere to go but where am sent
thoughts of the future be my waking and sleeping devotion
no distraction strong enough to chase my demons
cast into darkness of walls by batons and guns
bending us to their will so we go not astray
like goats,i even lost my horn
a prisoner physically and emotionally
locked in by my lusts and sins
tucked away into no mans land,no love
rumblings of my stomach like melody
hunger tears at my soul like punishment
i deserve it all,lord forgive my sins,i pray
