Tony Avila Sampson - Imprisonment

Tony Avila Sampson - Imprisonment

Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun, br The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun; br br Metal doors slam shut, rumbling its echo down the hall, br Now come jail bar shadows to lurk upon the night wall; br br There would come death to silence but for the jailers' keys, br To rattle the quite where freedom none sees; br br Moment by moment goes time so deep to know, br Where the inuring gloom of imprisonment, time creeps so very slow;br br Tony Avila Sampsonbr br


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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