The Dock

On that warm, sunny Sunday morning I can remember your voice.
The utter shame in the tone, you'd done bad.
You were telling me my life is over. I'll never forget that feeling.

I had a mere 1 hour left. It was judgement day.
They came a-knocking dead on schedule, they said "I think you know why we're here"
My parents were prepared for it. They thought they were taking my dad.
No.
They were here for me.

For the worst crime imaginable.

I was lead away, cuffed like the scum of the earth that I am.
I spent my Sunday in a cell the size of my shed.
I was interviewed. No, interrogated. Brutal force. Wouldn't take no for an answer.
Thats all they care about. A conviction is a conviction. They get paid for it,
While I lose my life, and everyone I loved.
Well thank you, Oh so very much.

After missing my milestone birthday, being in jail n all. I floated on.
Comes to sentencing. Pleading guilty. My family torn apart. Shamed, ruined. This is your fault. I will never forgive you.

7 Years isn't so bad. It could have been 20 years custodial.

I have rebuilt my life. Without you.
It should have been you in the dock, not knowing if you were gonna be able to hug your parents, and tell them that you
love them, and that you were sorry, and to say thank you.

It should have been you who suffered the humiliation.
Until you suffer it, you will never know how much I hate you.

You WILL suffer it, God knows.