I sit in the dark cell of despair
Waiting for a savior, who isn't there
It seems no one here gives a care
I wait, and can feel my heart begin to tear
The burden I carry, I cannot bear
I dream of my love, handsome and fair
Seeing his silky, golden hair
I breathe the stank in the air
As I look out the window, I can only stare
The gallow man already is there
A man with silky, golden hair
A guard drags me into the cold October air
I'm so cold, my arms and feet bare
The rope around my neck, I stare
My love with the silky, golden hair
Turns out to be
My despair
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