This song was written with the unbelievable amount of individuals that are put into prison nowadays in mind. Once in prison, if someone does not like you, you will be placed in a special place known in many terms. SHU, the hole etc. There are close to 80,000 people stuck away in solitary at the time that I write this. That does not jive well with me. To not even be able to see the light of day or feel the touch of another human being is enough to drive most men crazy. I see no point to de humanizing a person for something that they did. One day these people that are left with nothing but their own thoughts will be let out into society. Scary as hell. It’s called 4 Walls
I’m gonna try and explain a view, a scary inner feeling.
It’s of a man, within a room, eyes closed and he is kneeling.
You see him, but he see’s noone, these walls are all he has.
A windowless view of painted glass is all he has for time to pass.
A change of scenery is a few steps away.
A tiny little room where he’s expected to play.
Then back to his tomb. He’ll never survive.
Didn’t you realize, he’s buried alive.
He hear’s his voice, and nothing else.
He has no choice, the sound just melts.
Rignt into concrete and soundproof steel.
Then bounces back, telling how he feels.
Remember a night, maybe not too long ago.
You woke with a freight. Fear gripping at your soul.
You checked on the kids, just to make sure.
The feeling just vanished when you opened the door.
Now he is freightened, alone in his cell.
A bottomless pit, from the deep depths of hell.
Noone to turn to, cept that feeling inside.
That suddenly made you get up and go hide.
They sit all amused, not a care in the world.
Wearing their blue’s and flailing their swords.
Give him a year, I don’t like his stare.
Until he kneels down, I’ll deliver the fear.
Back to your cage. This place will remain.
Deep in his soul. The depths of his brain.
Whether this life or next, hope not to repeat.
The same steps taken, that brought him to meet.
Alone again, the lights are now dimmed.
Strucken with fear, Alone with just him.
The person he fears, is not out the door.
It comes from within and knocks him to the floor.
So you think to yourself, what worked before?
Did I wander the inches from bed to the door ?
How is a man supposed to know how to respond?
When the only voice he hears is a voice from beyond.
Just think to yourself, and pray if you will.
Some people have nothing. Hope I never shall.
It seems in this day, that once a mistake.
You can be thrown away, like a leaf in a rake.