in this empty prison cell I lay
these staring eyes, all cold and gray
the strong, steel bars that lock this heart
make haste the rust, tears me apart...
locked up with all my dark despair
this squeezed-up chest in need of air
I once have loved and lost before
then, old wounds had bled, gone sore...
now, I wait for heaven's grace
a man to wipe this tear-stained face
a gripping hand that'll free this soul
to rid the chains and make me whole...
but years have passed, all leaves have withered
tarnished are all things that once glittered
still, no sign of light in sight
no man to kiss and hold me tight...