you have no place to hide

The shape of you

The young to the old

The time will take its stroke

The years may tell of tales

Many have left

Delivering the good and the bad

Some of good deeds; some of misdeeds

Some spend time in Bamboo River

They listen to the ring

Of the iron bars singing

They receive bar of soap

Others may want to steal

The shape of you

One day out of the cage

The eyes may have lost its shine

The time may have gone quietly

Once you had it all

The power to command

The wealth to throw around

Got it through illegal channels

Now you look around

The entourage all gone

The sins you still have to pay

Once you face the Maker

The shape of you

The sadness in your eyes

The shame strike you down

You have no place to hide