In an iron prison there is a sad man, crying
The question he asks himself is when will the light shine
He is thinking far away and his palms are clenched
Why is he suffering from the sin of he didn't do it
Just yesterday he was with his wife and son
Lives quietly in a small happy home
Happiness was cut short by an accusation against him
He is said to be guilty of a crime he did not commit
Is there no justice for a creature like him
How many more like him will suffer without guilt
'Isn't our law equal, no poor, no rich
Why do many innocent people suffer