My Home In Hell
My home is one of heartache
A place of steel and stone
A barren cell, a home in hell
And here I must atone
For all my crime I pay with time
Where lights glare day and night
And though I rage and pace my cage
I must stay and pay
My home in hell is one small cell
That no man wants to own
For here I spend my life condemned
A man the world disowns
So I, The damned, Within walls crammed
Lie in my man made grave
A man all men condemn for sin
But no man strives to save
Each bitter day, I curse and pray
To any god unknown
My hope is fed on fear and dread
But these are only bones
I feel and ache as though a stake
Were driven through my heart
No greater curse, no hunger worse
Than hunger within my heart
I face the wall and taste the gall
Of failure and defeat
But hope is cheap where life is cheap
And thoughts of freedom bittersweet
I beat and maul the concrete wall
And walk the concrete floor
I damn each day the prison way
And hope for chance one more
Each lonely dawn the midnight spawns
I stand and face the wall
In bitterness and loneliness
I await the whistles call
To pay the price of human lice
Who went astray top fall
Who raped or stole or killed for gold
And now must drink of gall
Men scream and yell within my hell
But I’m a man alone
My tears of pain like bitter rain
Spill down on naked stone
Here every gate is one of hate
Love has no place to hide
For each lost fool who breaks a rule
The way to hell is wide
My chains of steel can never feel
The things that I hold dear
But chains of man are kinder than
The men who keep me here
For every lock a key is made
A saw for every chain
But each escape will forge the shape
Of chains I’ll wear again
But each day I fight to hold the right
To call myself a man
But if I try to run and die
They’ll say a rat just ran
My every loss becomes a cross
Which I must bear alone
For no appeal will sever steel
Or move a heart of stone
It somehow seems that all my dreams
Must wait for each tomorrow
My days and years are made of tears
And misery and sorrow
Convict knives take human lives
No jungle holds more danger
The years I stay both night and day
Each man remains a stranger
Deep in the night I wake and light
A cigarette and listen
To all the snores behind steel bars
And long for all I’m missing
I feel the sting, the bitter ring
Of keys in metal locks
The scrape of feet upon concrete
As guards patrol the blocks
The things men hate and mutilate
Are things that all men value
The mind of men the will within
The spirit of god gives you
The right to sin, and rise again
A freeman, not a slave
To find a friend and at the end
Escape a paupers grave.
I cannot tell to those in hell
The dreams I send above
And how the schrill of whistles kill
Each passing though of love
In prisons mill, time rapes each will
Upon a rack of years
I seldom find a mans who’s kind
If I shed blood or tears
All prison lice don’t have a price
Of power, wealth or time
And though I’d sell my home in hell
For much less than a dime
And prostitute good attributes
For selfishness or less
You soon learn well , that her in hell
Your keepers sell each kindness
Within these walls that never fall
The damned all come to know
A row of cells, a special hell
Called solitary row
Where seconds cheat and hunger eats
The belly of each slave
Where gas is shot and each man rots
Within his man made grave
The strong is right, both black and white
And each put in a cell
For each must pay in his own way
Within his private hell
And when each fool who broke a rule
Is taken out at last
A cunning knave he grins to save
Himself from further fast
But all his guile and every smile
Are just to hide his tears
And every laugh his only chance
Lost in the wind of years
My home in hell is one I’d sell
To any passerby
Or give away, or gladly pay
So I could say goodbye
To sleepless nights and glaring lights
To guns, and bars, and chains
To wall on stone and men alone
And years I can’t regain
To those who take my dreams and make
Me live in hell forever
To those who lash and try to smash
The human spirit ever
To those who steal the things I feel
And sow my heart with sorrow
And each farewll I bid in hell
Is lost to each tomorrow
Warchild----- Dec 23rd, 1996- April 23rd, 1998
