I\'m in prison jail, incarcerated No, not with three brick walls and one of iron bars but prison nevertheless I can walk around, go where I want I could travel the world You can\'t see the walls and you don\'t have to sign in to see me, or get frisked for security reasons But I\'m still in prison the prison of the mind I know the dimensions yes I\'ve paced it off God, I\'ve been here long enough The walls are high and strong but not made of anything that man can physically breakthrough they\'re made of fear and betrayal My cell is cluttered, furnished with anger, hate, responsibility, unrequited love, lack of trust, but the need to belong fights against the need to be free the need to be me Oh, I can see the outside world through my small window and sometimes what I see makes me feel safe in prison sometimes the walls start to crumble and I reach out to grasp the hand waiting but then something happens to stop me and the walls become as thick as a mountain Right now the walls are growing wider, stronger, thicker endless.