Some men live for others, and make their presence known.
Some men live in isolation and choose to live alone.
Some men live for justice and walk inside the law.
But of these men, the group I’m in is the men behind the wall!
We’ve given up our freedom, we’ve sacrificed our rights.
By day we walk in darkness, while sorrow fills our nights.
We’ve learned to hide our teardrops, but still the teardrops fall.
We walk alone, lost in our past, the men behind the wall.
Some have lost our family, most have lost our friends.
Today will bring a heartbreak that time can only mend.
When letters are not answered, and no one takes our calls,
We could the cost when all is lost, the men behind the wall.
Our past forever hidden, our futures far away.
Our story has been written with nothing left to say.
No one to stand behind us and catch us when we fall
The debts we made are never paid for us behind the wall.
If there’s one who’s left that’s righteous, then let him cast the stone.
And if you know perfection, then let it die alone.
The one man who was perfect was judged in Pilate’s hall
He knows our sins and loves us yet, the men behind the wall!
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