My prison cell felt just like home,
So didn’t grieve I could not roam,
Or wander; there was just no need
To kneel and pray to God and plead
For freedom; freedom\'s in the brain;
It can\'t be compromised by chain,
Or bars, or locks, or razor wire;
It burns inside your heart like fire!
My prison cell had been preparing
My soul, as I sat silent, staring,
For life, outside, where world is turning
And now I\'m ready for returning
From silent cell, to lousy living,
Where felons don\'t find much forgiving.
I\'ll pass you by without you knowing
That freedom\'s flame\'s gone by you, glowing!