The Unlovedby Sam Capers / San Quentin

Unloved is he who writes
these unheard cries of sorrow.
Who’s hopes and shattered dreams
is all that waits tomorrow.
No other understands him
nor do they take the time to try.
Unloved is he who writes these words
anxiously awaiting his day to die.
Will that day be peaceful
as he leaves this world alone.
It is soul in pain never rests
until he makes his final voyage home.
To him the stars no longer twinkle
and the sun no longer shines.
Unloved is he who cries out for help
with evident despair within his eyes.
Angels no longer sing their chorus
the bird’s song has gone flat and dim.
Late at night the tears keep falling upon his deathly bed
he swims
Without a speck of hope he fights,
to find a friend so dear.
Embracing with all of his strength
drained of all happiness joy and cheer.
Unloved is he who wonders why
his day of birth has taken place.
Even though he suffers so, so much
keeps an unmovable and indifferent face.