What beauty is found in prison?
What music from bars do listen?
Suffering is the sound
From the madness around
To quench hope is T.D.C.’s mission
There’s a secret people don’t know
A sliver of light they won’t show
A seedling on the rise
Fed by tears and cries
By the blood of our shame, it grows.
This must stop, all the guards do shout
Take their smiles and change them to pouts
Deprive, beat, or gas ’em,
With a case, club, or lash ‘em
By our boots, we must stump it out
Desperately they keep us apart,
But the song of our souls passed start
Though we’re chained to the ground
To the sky, we are bound
Though here, you must lay down your heart
What beauty is found in prison?
What music from behind bars do you listen?
Suffering is the song
From the madness around
There’s a secret people don’t know
A sliver of light they won’t show
A seedling on the rise
Fed by tears and cries
By the blood of our shame, it grows.
This must stop, all the guards do shout
Take their smiles and change them to pouts
Deprive, beat, or gas ’em,
With a case, club, or lash ‘em
By our boots, we must stamp it out
Desperately they keep us apart,
But the song of our souls passed start
Though we’re chained to the ground
To the sky, we are bound
Though here, you must lay down your heart.