My Prison Cell

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!