You're  five years in the making.
Prison has done you well.
Same boy I always knew.
Just kind of hard to tell.
I couldn't look away from you.
Your eyes just so familiar.
Strange to think my best friend
Is in prison, a killer.
And I would never judge you boy
My friend ship has always been yours.
And the ties we have in this life
Go beyond all the static and noise.

Something spiritual about you
And the thing that you did.
The person you killed
My own shame that was hid.
And i don't think I ever loved him.
Not like I cared about you.
My friend held far above
The boy who was never true.
Or fair.
The boy who abused.
And so I feel no sorrow for his slumber.
But my heart is wrenching for your soul.
My friend those years ago.
Aging in enslavement
For the taking of a life
That was better off taken.