14 years behind these bars,

In 12-foot square of cold cement.

I’ve lost nearly everything,

For a crime of which I’m innocent.



But all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain,

While the weight of an endless glory still remains to me.



A dead man walking down the hall,

To meet a mess of wood and wire.

They lead me where men fear to tread-

But towards the thing I most desire.



For all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain,

While the weight of an endless glory still remains.

Throw the switch son; I know you ain’t got a choice.

The dawn is coming; all is well, I will rejoice.