The End

I try not to wonder

About the times that now plunder

In a matter of my extinction

With storms roaring with thunder

Sitting in this chair

Thinking about about all those that care

I should tell them where I am

But I don't have the courage to share

It’s only a matter of time

To live another lifetime

Pondering and pondering

About my days of crime

All those days spent in the cell

My family worrying if i'm well

On the day of my execution

it's a story to tell