The box

When I wrote my book and had it published,most people were so supportive but

The box 



Can you help me out of this darkness

Can you help me out of this box



I know that they all have a key

but i don't know how it unlocks



before i walked about freely

but now they've locked me away



my crime it seems,opened my mouth

at last had something to say



they heard what,id been saying

all found out what i had wrote



so they sat down in jury style

and then they came to a vote



A jury member she stood

from a piece of paper she read



cleared her throat,looked at me

we've reached a verdict she said



Afraid your fate has been sealed

we feel you leave us no choice



Get in that box ,and don't come out

what right have you to a voice



and so I'll stay in my box

my sentence serve like a crook



suppose they're right

what right had I

to ever publish a book