Jack Was Unlucky...Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Got Busted Wrongfully...Now Serving 25 To Life
Hes Rotting In A Cell...Akin To A Wild Lion Caged
Having Lost All Personality...Just A Number, No Name
Staring Out His Window...But Always Failing To See
His Soul Remains A Widow...Mourning His Identity
Cellmates With No Feelings...Satan Spawn Them All
Making Jack's Stomach Churn... And His Spirits Fall
Dim Lights Illuminate...All That Depleted Jack Has Left
A Lifetime Of Prison Food...& A Rugged, Shallow Breath
Blasted Window Stays...Constantly Showing Jack
The Error In His Ways...& What He Could Never Have
Appeals All Tossed Aside... Pain Consumed His Days
But It Always Ate Inside...The Window To Escape
Visitors Remained At None...They Were Strictly Forbode
But Finally His Plans Were Done...Break Out On His Own
That Window Had Showed...The Way To Live A Free Life
He Must Break Out Or Die Trying...And Slip Into The Night
Many Months Had Passed...Waiting For The Perfect Time
Day Had Finally Come At Last... The Smell Of Grass Divine
The Day Drew Slowly...Clock's Hands, They Seemed To Stall
Plate Stamping Irrelevant...In The Superior Light Of It All
Dawn Into Noon...At A Slug Pace, Noon Drew Into Dusk
Jack Had To Swallow A File...Guards Search Every Orethesis
That Night The Light Clicked..& Prison Plummeted Into Dark
All Except For Jack... He Slowly Crept To The Window Bars
Chiseling Of The Bars Done...No Inmate Would Ever Forget
The Day Jack Had Tried To Run..And Got A Bullet In The Head.