Locked Up

I was born locked up and still haven't served all of my time,
I am still paying the price but, i dont know for what crime,
Time passes on and people say that things will get better,
But still I feel empty and alone as I am writing this letter,
I often wonder as I reminis on the past, how did I go astray,
What happened to all the happiness in my world,my life,my day,
Bars of steel, but just a vision I placed on a life so very cold,
I sit here I listen, I see,I hear and yet try to do as I am told,
Bitterness from repeated offenses I have not committed,
Close my eyes, dreaming of the day that I will be aquitted,
Walkin through the shadows trying to reach the daylight,
Threatened by insanity that could take me one day, one night,
Constantly I try to progress to the better way of life,
But yet still I am held down by all the controversy and strife,
How many days,weeks, years must I take without pleasure,
When will I find it the diamonds, gold, and the treasure,
I have seen so much that another would have fear,
No one could walk in these shoes without shedding a tear,
Just barely makin it day by day as lifes time ticks on,
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, what will happen when I am gone,
Locked up in a trance and without possibility,
Doing my time but thinking about it constantly,
Its unexpainable why I have all this time to serve,
I must tell you though someones really got some nerve,
Thirty one years of being locked up and set to the side,
Contemplations set in my head with visions of suicide.