The prisoner is the prison guard
He locks himself in with the keys in his hand
The cell becomes home for this prison man
Whose head becomes burdened
By the heart of the guard
Oh how he yearns to break free,
Free from the lies,
The lies of the guard who locks the door each night
The prison man gets a taste of the light
Shining oh so bright,
Just outside of his cell
Each day he breaths in the freshness of air
And the freedom dwelling there
Penetrating his soul
He has hope for another day
But just as he feels the breeze in his nose
Just as the sun peaks over the ridge
His joy is snatched as he fits in the cell,
Into the dark cell once more
The cycle continues
Each day and each night
The hope of the day fades to the fear of the night.
Life in His Mosaic 