There's no-one to see, to hear or to smell,
No-one to whom my story to tell.
Somewhere is Heaven, but this must be Hell,
Crying alone in my pathetic small cell.

I reach out through letters I send out each day,
Searching for Love in a written-down way,
No knowing in here how long I will stay,
There's no sitting quietly and no running away.

The walls are so solid and lifeless and thick,
The world outside them is terribly sick,
Sleep passes the time, please let it pass quick,
Put a smile on the face and let the clock tick.

I'll stand it! I'll stand it! And the day it will come,
When the time I've spent here will be over and done,
And the walls will collapse and then who will have won?
Who'll see how much life here is devoid of fun?

The prison breeds hate for the judge with the key,
The Man so upright and pathetically free,
Won't open his heart, my door and me free,
Back to the world full of hate that I see.

But who can stand it? I know not of any,
In company daily of sad faces so many,
Split from their life-loves and all until when,
Their sentences pass and conspiracy ends.

Can't stand it? I'll stand it! And on I will go,
And were will it take me, I really don't know,
As society insists on it's pathetic law-show,
To lock up the people who just want to glow.