There's a life that is lived
in a prison of fear.
Within it there's no joy
that is what I hear.
In a prison of fear
life seems to stand still.
That is what I hear
it brings on a great chill.
Life seems to stand still
without moving on.
It brings on a great chill
my freedom now gone.
Without moving on
my hope would be fleeting.
My freedom now gone
my heart would be bleeding.
My hope would be fleeting
in that prison of fear.
My heart would be bleeding
someone please sound the all clear.
In that prison of fear
I do not wish to die.
Someone please sound the all clear
before my life passes by.
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