No Freedom

The sound of an echo
Of a step on the road,
A glimmer of hope faded
In the sweet eye of a man.

As he looks to the left
And then to the right,
But he's so terrified
And he wants to be home.

He wants to break the chains
And go where he pleases,
But that privilege was lost
When he took a life.

And the guards shout and yell
And there's no chance of freedom,
Though he's got no choice
Cause once it's locked it won't be opened.

So he takes out his blade
The one he sneaked in,
And aims it at the ones
Who want to keep him chained.

"Don't you follow me!" he yells
But they've got loaded guns,
And with one loud crack
His ruined life ends.