Release

The County Jail

I'm the only prisoner,

in this jail I've created,

it's faded,

but the words you said still are written,

In the walls,

rising throughout the halls,

Of this jail I've created.

"Mister please, I'm begging you,

help me escape this prison,

learned my lesson,

we could live a life of fugitives,

so maybe I won't be losing it,

ride off into the hills like in a good Western,

You and I have dreams mister,

Let's turn into gunfighters,

shoot down all our fears, all our flaws."

Don't hear a reply,

I give in. The warden comes by,

I grab the end of his pant leg,

he looks down, "yes?"

"I'm ready." is my only response.

He opens the cell door, grabs me by my cuffs,

leads me to the back.

I take one look at the sky,

one look at the firing squad,

and leave.