IN THIS CELL

Gene Eric Mann

IN THIS CELL

Yes, I have my problems
Lord knows I’m not quite right
For I was a tortured child
I seek eternal night

Yes, I have my hang-ups
I have my cause to weep
For I face a future grim
I seek eternal sleep

But what they say, I did not do
Not even in my dreams
But what they claim, it isn’t true
Truth isn’t what it seems

No, I have no answers
God knows this is my strife
For I’m locked-up without hope
I long to end this life

In this cell I waste away
Doing nothing day by day
So to God I’ve come to pray
That he takes my soul away

In this cell I waste my life
And it cuts me like a knife
So to God I take my strife
Pray that God will take my life