You sit in the cell, silently peering from the window
You are thinking of events gone by
You are wondering what your friends are doing
You remember everything and how good it used to be
Behind bars you now pay for your sins
You sit behind the bars for standing for our thing
They try and break you, to try and crush your spirit
You would like to try and get the hell out of here
But your spirit is still Strong and Proud, not weak
You think of the traitor who put you here
You often think of why you are here
Where are the ones who loved you, no help now
Pride gives you Strength and Hope of Freedom
