I've tried and honestly believe I'm still trying,
As I write these word I'm still crying;
You laid the foundation with the brick and mortar for these walls,
The old me from his cell tries to yell and he calls.

But his voice is slowly fading away,
I don't think he'll ever come out again to play;
Now the windows are being covered soon you won't be able to see him,
In this cell that is fast becoming his mausoleum.

He contemplates the crimes he's committed to be sentenced to death,
He can't think of any he was honest, faithful, caring, he really tried his best.
So no more visits no more time,
He sits in his  jail cell for something that wasn't even a crime.