Tell me, what's the difference between the inside
And the outside of a prison, do you know?
Is it just that there's less room
On the inside to wander 'round
Or is it to do with the colour of the walls?

I was always treated like an animal
Here, at least, so is everyone else
The bars are strong and tangible
The locks are firm and immovable
I know it's not all just in my mind

There are songbirds on the wrong side of this window
They call to me wanting to be let in
But there's nowhere here to build a nest
And their song it would disturb my rest
So I refuse their overtures with regret