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.
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