Laying here all alone, locked in my cell at night

All the girls are quiet, tucked up in bed as I am

I am staring at the wall, where there lye bars of light

Shone there through my barred window

All is still, apart from keys rustling

Doors clanging and the footsteps of night officers

Patrol regularly

There are mininal sounds from the outside

Birds, trains beeping their horns

Aeorplanes overhead

All depicting the same strong message

Flight, travel, freedom