So this is the end
I have ran through my life
wearing people like winter clothes
seeking fleeting moments of warmth
and the fires of freedom
But this is the end
Walls of stone and bars
Dotted with unfriendly faces
I am a captive, ironically
for the smallest of my crimes
The crimes of coin
And this is the end
The end I deserve
Not for the crimes these people have listed
But for the crimes
I committed
Toward you
