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PRISON WALLS
by Selia Qynn, 1991

Trapped within these prison walls, a soul -
Knowing life is precious here below.
Above the sky is blue. We always have a view;
And a longing for the places we can't go.

Some children born will never learn to sing.
Pain is such an ever constant theme.
Woven in with love, we can't escape its touch;
Whether we're a pauper or a king.

Like a string that lost its kite will fall to earth,
In storms, I lose my sense of what it's worth.
Tangled up in trees, yearning to be free;
Wishing for the new wings of rebirth.

Ch: Oh, sometimes it gets so crazy, I could scream
Am I supposed to know? What does it mean?
If we could turn the key of love within,
The prison would dissolve;
And walls could never hold us back again.

My heartbeat keeps me company tonight.
In the shadows, dreaming of the light,
I wander empty halls with candles on the walls,
Flickering in fear of windy nights.

Oh, mine is to feel it all and try to write;
Try to understand this human plight.
Sometimes, I pray for Grace, a solitary place,
But, tears can fall and never make it right.

Ch: Oh, sometimes it gets so crazy, I could scream
Am I supposed to know? What does it mean?
If we could turn the key of love within,
The prison would dissolve;
And walls could never hold us back again.

If we could turn the key. Its up to you and me.
The walls could never hold us back again.