My prison cell felt just like home;
I did not grieve I could not roam,
or wander; there was just no need
to kneel and pray to God and plead
for freedom; it was in my brain!
Could not be compromised by chain,
or bars, or locks, or razor wire;
it burnt inside my heart like fire!
My cell, you see, was just preparing
my soul, while I sat silent, staring,
till life, outside, where world was turning
would favour my first love returning,
to light my life of loveless laughter,
add love to freedom ever after;
unfreeze the frozen feelings flowing;
from freedom’s flame to goddess glowing.
My prison cell I left behind
(that cruellest cage of humankind)
Was where I grew into a man
of faith, according to God’s plan!