Face The Son

From the mind of a convict, to the purity of a child
He sits in solitude, his imagination running wild
What is he to do now, now that he trapped
In a world of disbelief never to come back?
Have you ever thought
You could die by the words that someone said?
Do you believe the lies
Do you believe what they said
Comments about your life, things that you have done
Don't walk away, you've gotta turn and face the Son