[verse]
Fourteen years behind these bars
In twelve-foot square of cold cement
I’ve lost nearly everything
For a crime of which I’m innocent
[Chorus]
But all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain
While the weight of an endless glory still remains to me
[verse]
A dead man walking down the hall
To meet a mess of wood and wire
They lead me where men fear to tread
But towards the thing I most desire
[Chorus]
For all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain
While the weight of an endless glory still remains
Throw the switch, son, I know you ain’t got a choice
The dawn is coming, all is well, I will rejoice
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