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
Everyday 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,
That I feel myself grow old,
As the walls turn cold.