the guilty song

had to say goodbye,
take that boat down the river,
a dream to sail away,
a bottle of whisky,
and a country lime,
the only true friends,
they said am running,
and am going to run 'till the feet are scarred,
and all that is true,
my heart will tell it too,
happens to be the only race,
of a convicts' soul,
and so i sing while i row,
rowing rowing down,
to the sunset sky,
humming to the guilty song,
never going back to that shack again,
mind made the choice,
that invites no bargain,