Until you’ve been arrested,
And spent endless days in jail …
Until you’ve walked a hundred miles,
Without leaving your cell …
Until you’ve lost your family,
And you’re utterly alone …
Until you’ve tried to seek comfort,
Realizing it was left at home …
Until you’ve faced a judge,
And entered your guilty plea …
Until you’ve heard these words of judgment,
“You are not going free!” …
Until your days turn into months,
And your months turn into years …
Until you’ve lain awake at night,
Shedding endless tears …
Until you’ve lost all hope,
And every dream you’ve ever had …
Until you’ve had to fight to keep your sanity,
In fear that you’d go mad …
Until you’ve gone through all these things,
And lost all human will …
How can you look at me and say,
You know just how I feel?
