When you are suffering and in pain.

Only when you're in the spotlight,

At the pinnacle of fortune and fame.

Locked up in chains,

Held by a gun,

Our hero sits and waits,

But no one remembers,

The forgotten one.

I hear him crying and praying,

Deep in the night.

I feel his pain,

From across the miles,

Though he's far from sight.

I will keep trying and marching on,

To keep up the fight,

Out from the darkness,

And into the light.

I will tell others,

Of my father's plight,

And to listen,

When he speaks from his video,

And to remember his words,

Until things are made right.