A Candle outshines the Sun
(A lifer's Dying Prayer) When young they say some infamy I won Shot and robbed an old man with a gun He died asking for my life to be spared Locked up where a candle outshines the sun Where I'd be a prisoner within my mind Lord I always knew nobody cared Nobody came to see me in my despair And no woman with me my life to share The prison docs say I ain't got long now Before I join my kind in the fiery row Rebuked forsaken and always called a fool And deep in my heart I know it is true Lord if grace my soul to Heaven takes I don't want nobody laughing and jeering Gaping as St Pete opens up the gate Because they know they're better than me So I hope there's a jail house in Heaven With a little window whereby I'll stay And maybe someday in that place on high I'll see Jesus and his Angels passing by Lord it wasn't me who fired that gun I covered up for what my brothers done They never came to see me not even onceMaybe with this poem, I'll start "The Dying Lifer's Final Prayer", art form. Maybe, we will find out how badly the scales of justice are out of balance in this Country. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 05:44 AM PST 0 • 1
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