Contrition

Taken alone a street numbered
 nowhere away from the fires of home
 Bagged and afraid one life in the
 balance a family lies trembling alone
 Laying in a place where time has no meaning
 as marked by the chalk in the cell
 Nobody speaks to questions unanswered
 restrained and alone left to tell
 So much for tentative displays of contrition
 (never seen again)
 Separated from the world we loved so well
 (never again)
 The word we loved so well
 (this is the last time I'm ever alone)
 No use in praying
 Shacked in chains defense remains
 as the days stretch to torturous years
 Witch each acrid dawn the world soldiers on
 with the broken and driven to tears
 I remember my soul running freely
 away from these cages and lies
 The smell of the air the laughter of children
 keep one breath of hope left alive