How would it be doing time without trial?
No more tears to be shed all that’s left is to smile.
How dull life would be in a very short while.
Without questions to answer over why we’re done wrong.
Only good stuff expressed in the books or in song.
No new places to go as we amble along.
Having no needs to fill or new ways to get strong.
What a dreary existence this time without trial.
No more victories won fighting greed, guilt or guile.
How insane we’d become in a very short while.
written by Ramsy
photo(edited) by Denis Pepin