face the son

from the mind of a convict

to the purity of a child

he sits in solitude

his imagination running wild

what is he to do now

now that he trapped

in a world of disbelief never to come back?

have you ever thought

you could die by the words that someone said?

do you believe the lies

do you believe what they said

comments about your life

things that you have done

don't walk away

you've gotta turn and face the son