wood and wire

Thrice

14 years behind these bars, 12 foot square of cold cement
Iââ?¬â?¢ve lost nearly everything for a crime of which Iââ?¬â?¢m innocent

For all my sufferings lie in momentary pain
While the wait of endless glory still remains to me

Dead man walking down the halls between a mess of wood and wire
Believe me when I fear to tread towards the thing I most desire

For all my sufferings lie in momentary pain
While the wait of endless glory still remains
Throw the switch on; I know you ainââ?¬â?¢t got a choice
The dawn is coming
All is well, I will rejoice

(ColaboraÃ?§Ã?£o: fotolog.com/sobrethi)