The long and painful Nights,
Sometimes they get to me.
It seems as more of them go by,
The less that I can see,
Of the light, beyond the door,
For which they hold the key.
The bars may hold my body,
Though my soul and thoughts slip through,
Myself they hold in prison,
My love is there, with you.
Though bars there are around me,
My soul is free to roam.
I close my eyes, and I am free,
With you, my love, at home.
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