The days are passing by,
The years have gone them by,
The years have gone them by,
Yet life is still behind the walls,
No murals to reflect,
No wonders to perfect,
But for mistakes we must correct.
To wait the bell shall call,
And wakes us after we fall,
And thoughts of new it will install,
It's presence enslaves us all.
The warden comes to us each day,
It yells instructions to obey,
We toil in profound dismay,
So eat we can just for the day.
The mind in walls,
Time takes its tolls,
Each passing day it wanes and dulls,
Few colors it recalls.
Await us all till freedom comes,
before to death our life succumbs.
Tormented be our husks in vain,
We wait till time our bodies drain.
