If I should close my eyes, that my soul can see,
And there's a place at the table that you saved for me.
So many thousand miles over land and sea,
I hope to dare, that you hear my prayer,
And somehow I'll be there.
It's but a concrete floor where my head will lay,
And though the walls of this prison are as cold as clay.
But there's a shaft of light where I count my days,
winter
where
walls
thoughts
though
there
table
swear
stare
count
despair
comes
always
trees
concrete
darkness
barely
chair
miles
still
empty
saved
should
every
window
thousand
strong
broken
prayer
floor
place
light
shaft
speak
prison
close
somehow
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