Cell Block 6-3

The coldness I feel from the steel doors remind me of the Bars hung from door to door. As the steel door slams it Reminds me of what I am The sound of the keys I hear outside My cell gives me hope of something else A prisoner to the game stuck in a place where they practice Human shame. Women lay silent in there cells confused if this is there life or hell The nights are so lonely as you Lay awake and alone. Someones cryin in the distance Yes there are cryin for there home. As I close my eyes and pray to god Please give me the strenght to carry on.