Sometimes I wish I never knew,
Why you had disappeared.
Sometimes I wish I never knew,
The place where you now live.
It hurts me to know you're there,
With out the ones you love.
You shouldn't be locked up
For things you hadn't done.
Even with out evidence,
They took what was mine.
But atleast I know where you are,
So at night i no longer cry.
Only one letter every week,
And a fifteen minute visit.
A cold gray room, no pricacy,
Is not enough, is it?
With no clues or a witness,
They still sentenced you to die.
My poor baby all alone.
In your Deathrow cell, you cry.
Hopefully all goes well
And this Jury won't believe their lies
You'll leave behind those prison walls,
And take your place at my side.
At night I ask the Gods,
To let you go free.
At night I ask the Gods,
To return my love to me.