I had the flu in the prison infirmary, my last day I looked up and saw A man wheeled around the corner, down to skin and bones, that's all I asked the nurse where he was going, she said a hospice down the hall He probably won't be in there long, any day we'll get the call I asked if they let family in, she said not really at the end Truth is a lot don't have someone, no friends or next of kin The thought of those guys going out alone, it hit me somewhere deep I asked could I go sit with them, for some comfort and relief Next thing you know I'm on the ward doing things you can't believe Like shaving Julio's bony head, cracking him up when I wash his feet Well I used to run when I saw Tyrone, knowing your place is what it's all about And now he's here doubled up in pain, cancer eating him from the inside out I sit and wait outside his stall to help him when he's done Whatever shame we might have felt, but all that's come undone Well I can't undo the wrong I did, give back the life I took But maybe when it comes my turn I'll get a second look I don't know about religion, I only know what I see And in the end when I hold their hand, it's both of us set free I don't know about religion, I only know what I see And in the end when I hold their hand, it's both of us set free I don't know about religion, I only know what I see I don't know about religion, I only know what I see