Prisoner

 

7 minutes on the clock

chiming quietly at night

A prisoner in his chains

is awaiting execution

 

But he feels free

Free to speak his mind

And climb ladders high

To the sky above

 

Crashing down he comes

as the Ax comes down

He is at his mercy

Who will save him now?

 

An Angel?

A Mortal?

Or Noone??

The answer the future beholds

 

For those who have been turned away for too long

And those who will be still there

And those who will be nowhere

Standing there waiting