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POEM 62

TOMOROW I SHALL WAKE IN PRISON
TO A MUSTER I WILL RISE

I WILL LOOK OUT THROUGH THESE PRISON BARS
AT DARK AND BROODING SKIES

SUMMER IS GONE, WITH IT MANY WASTED DAYS
MONTHS OF MY LIFE HAVE DISAPEARED
AND I'VE CHANGED IN MANY WAYS

THE CHANGES ARE INSIDE, THESES CHANGES YOU CAN'T SEE
BUT I TELL YOU I HAVE SURELY CHANGED
DEEP INSIDE OF ME

EACH DAY I THINK ABOUT THE COST
OF NIGHT'S ALONE AND DAYS I'VE LOST

THE THOUGHT OF GOING HOME, SETS MY HEART ABLAZE
BUT I AM SADDENED DEEP INSIDE, BY ALL THE WASTED DAYS

I TRY TO KEEP A SMILE, UPON MY HARDENED FACE
BUT A SMILE IS A RARE THING, INSIDE THIS UGLY PLACE

I TRY TO KEEP MY SPIRIT HIGH
BUT MY HEART IS HARD AND BROKEN

THE SMILE IS NOTHING BUT A LIE
TRUER WORDS I'VE NEVER SPOKEN

WRITTEN BY DAVID KERR 6/3/97 POEM 62