Haunted by A Ghost He Created.

 

Haunted By A Ghost he Created

.  ©-MFB III 



Sitting here waiting for the preacher
with an hour left to go
there's no place as lonely
in the whole wide world
then a cell block on death row
the food they brought me lies uneaten
in a cold lump hard and dry
and in the dimness of my cell
again I hear her cry,

"Mister, please don't hurt me
I'll do anything you say!"
"I've got a family back home who loves me
Oh, God why did I run away??"
"All those things I've planned were so close at hand
must I lose them all today?"
"Mister? Please don't hurt me...
I'll do anything...A N Y T H I N G  you say."

Well, Lord I tried to plead insanity
cause I'd go crazy if I had to die
then the prosecutor got me all confused
with his how's, where's, whens and whys???
he said insane people don't know right from wrong,
and then he caught me in a lie,
and in another place and another time
again I heard her cry....

"Mister, please don't hurt me
I'll do anything you say!"
"I've got a family back home who loves me,
Oh, God why did I run away??"
"All the things I've planned were so close at hand
must I lose them all today?"
"Mister? Please don't hurt me...
I'll do anything...A N Y T H I N G  you say."

Now she haunts me in my darkened cell
so much I cannot sleep
she drags me through the depths of hell
where only demons creep
she'll dance within the shadows on
the walls wherein I lay
until her death is justified
and my life slips away
my life slips away....................

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