The Prisoner
Are people only for using?
How can the rose of truth expect to satisfy his feel,
Daylight troubles the loser
Before the sword was drawn the plans were made for digging a grave.
Shadows of things that could take my life away,
Taking the time to sharpen the cutting blade,
Gone is today, we long for yesterday.
Send for the jailer to bring us a candle light,
Something to help us through the night.
And when it's over, is it the end of pain?
Shall we return to earth again?
Prisoner! There's a message from the governor,
It says, there's no aggrieve.
Hero, you're no different from the rest of us,
Now down on your knees.
Rescue, written with silence,
And in the night the terror lady comes to laugh in my face.
Demons greet me this morning,
And made the song of silver birds sweet in my ear.
Shadows of things that could take my life away.
Taking the time to sharpen the cutting blade.
Gone is today, we long for yesterday.
Oh, my cell is overcrowded,
Send the priest away,
Oh, my cell is overcrowded,
Send the people away......
Autor(es): Raymond Vincent
