Time In a Cell

From my prison cell with each stroke of the bell my soul cries out for thee, and I long to be free. Behind the steel door every day I die a little more. Many months have gone by, and yet I still cry. If only I knew thy love was true. If I could see thy face this be not a dreadful place. I did wrong and I must pay with my life day-by-day. There is sorrow in my heart. The loneliness will not depart. Time is the enemy. It goes by so slowly, I feel myself grow old, as the walls turn cold.