Prison

 Could it be that I lay dying

Could it be that I've been slain

All I see as I am lying

Are the ones to whom I blame

I hear the sounds in the cathedral

Mystical voices raised in praise

Of the one who keeps on shining

Though the days be numbered and are named

I see the fog lift from the river

I see the lights of dawn appear

And if you call me by my number

Behind the bars I my face sees clear

Just lock me up

Just unlock me

My heart is blocked

By immoral grease

I search for absolution

Wash me clean

Purify my release

All along the cold horizon

Warm sun rays begin to reign

Like a king in gold and iron

Shining out in His name

I see my light come shining