Attorney For The Offender, Will Travel

Slowly my life drips away

A stolen thought for another day

It gets colder soon and I begin to fade

But this is not the choice I’ve made.

 

I lived my life on a mountain dream

A cool warm glade and a lighthouse gleam

But this never happens, It's never right

I never have seen that lighthouse light

 

The Shadows are deepening, though I’ve never been good

I’ve never been holy or right like I should

But this isn't right, Not right in the head

It shouldn't be me, Not me who is dead

 

I'm not the first, to die by this gun

This man has killed before, and thought it was fun

He didn't touch my money, or need it for bail

They let him go, Right out of jail.

 

For Me....Bleeding