These Walls

These prison walls are beginning to feel like home
These bars are starting to resemble freedom
If I could only escape to the other side
Maybe I could discover something I can't find
The whistling wind comes between the blocks
Telling tales of the outside world and what it hides
I have been locked away for being innocent
Having nothing to tell is a crime itself
If I don't make it out alive
Give all my possession to a girl I used to know
Hair galloping in the wind so slow
Eye blue as sapphires in the sunshine
Kisses softer than the most delicate flower
If only I could claw my way out
Maybe so but I have a ton of doubt
I will get out of here alive