What beauty is found in Prison
What music from bars do listen
Suffering is the sound
From the madness around
To quench Hope is T.D.C’s mission.
There’s a secret people don’t know
a sliver of light they won’t show
a seedling on the rise
fed by the tears and the cries
by the blood of our shame it grows.
This must stop all the guards do shout
take their smiles and change them to pouts
deprive, beat, or gas’em
with a case, club or lash’em
by our boots we must stump it out.
Desperately they keep us apart
but the songs of our souls passed start
though we’re chained to the ground
to the skies we are bound
though Here You Must Lay Down Your Heart.