There’s a people often misunderstood, behind those prison gates
Men and boys like me and you, with similar weakness and traits
On the outside looking in,
Not feeling part of what they see
Feeling disdain and the hate.
These are people who understand, they made some wrong choices last time
A way to cope with dejection and pain, that drove them to do the crime
A way to feel and look cool,
For every man tempted, has their price
That would cause them to cross the line.
Jesus Christ came for these men to draw them, so that they could be near
To love and acceptance of a perfect Father, without retribution and fear
Of all that God has for all,
For prisoners who come with an orphan spirit
To wipe away those inner tears.