It is late summer
The grass is green
And I long to feel
The sun on my face
The grass is green
As I press against the window
The sun on my face
And clouds begin to gather
As I press against the window
A raindrop splatters on the glass
And clouds begin to gather
As the sun fades to darkness
A raindrop splatters on the glass
I think of how long I’ve been inside these walls
As the sun fades to darkness
Like life, slowly slipping away
I think of how long I’ve been inside these walls
Losing touch, bit by bit
Like life, slowly slipping away
In this southern cinderblock hell …