When You Visit A Sober Prisoner.
Smile at the man by the dock, let him call
him behind the bars where he's drunk two-high.
You'll see his weary rock and sleepy ball
And the Crown of a home is slaving nigh.
Look at him once, look down, let those tears flow
Hold his hand, let a drop touch his soul. Let
him hold firmly like the fold of a sole,
Let his sole soul scream like cold coal in debt.
The man with green will bang his fist and yell
but that matters less — with the furious dove.
Don't ask him; 'why have you done this? pls tell'
Just feel his chest and that's the fill of love.
Keep those thin rivers flow'ng, don't say a-hiss
Silence is the best dose for a weak man.
Keep those tears like ' baby who wants to piss,
Be a still sea, let him go back being ' man.
"words from the innocent mind"