Cold scared and hungry
You call out to me
Blind and in Darkness
You have nowhere to flee
The days grow solemn
The nights grow old
You feel some weaker
You are no longer bold
That is your cell
In time you may see
There's none that can hear you
And your jailer is thee
Crying can't help you
And neither can I
Pagans can't save you
But yes you can try
You're without hope
That's plain as day
But without faith
Jail's where you will stay
Night becomes day
Day becomes night
It's no difference to you
They're out of your sight
You must learn to save yourself
Before it gets too late
You must learn to save yourself
So he can't claim your fate
Whom do I speak of
You should know
It drives you to madness to hear him such crow
You complain there's nothing left
But alas you did not look
All the tales of destiny
Lie in your crumpled book
Latasha Boyd