Freedom's Flame

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!