In a quiet town Behind the locked doors of a sheriff's office, They sat me down And questioned me-- Soft and cautious. I'd said too much already And nothing at all. I was a dead girl if I said more So all I could do was bawl. It was a secret That I was in debt to the devil. But that morning I'd been arrested alone and With my nature I'd wrestled– ...and slipped up. They said I couldn't trust the gang To have my best intentions. But I was too scared to leave Despite their intervention. The gang fed and sheltered me But I knew I was being used. All the same, could I trust the law Not to deal me the same abuse? I knew they were right– But not if they were genuine. What if their plan was just To pander and pull me in? Use me against them, Arrest them on my words-- Break the chain by one weak link Then leave me to the fate I'd incurred? Lawmen were supposed to be just But I'd seen their ugliness just as much As I'd seen ours. How could I be asked to trust? The gang had gotten me drunk and drugged, Shot on their accord– But they swore to me in their lying tongues: Do as we do, you’ll be well-fed and adored, Earn what you owe, And freedom will be your reward. …So the little bird Sat quietly in her cage And her tragedy continued unbroken Onto the next page.
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