One staring at the ground
And he wears his isolation As a widow wears a shroud They hammered him with discipline
With hammer and with nails And the moonlight is pale
One staring at the ground
He's standing on the bedside chair The moonlight fills his cell
His only friend, a makeshift rope His only key, his only hope His neck breaks so easily And he doesn't make a sound
One staring at the ground
His only friend, a makeshift rope His only key, his only hope His neck breaks so easily And he doesn't make a sound
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