Prison gates won’t open up for me with these hands and knees I’m crawling. And many days go da and it seems that I’m falling. These broken wings won’t break my fall. I don’t see very clearly I don’t see at all.
Heavens gates won’t open up for me, with these broken wings I’m falling. I break my fall I see the light of these dark and haunted nights. Torn, broken, feeling helpless without a fight. How can I see the light?
By these four walls that stand I’m brought down da command. To break free see the road...
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