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prisoner
 
I'm grabbing at the bars on those windows
I'm pulling and pulling and my hands are getting sore
But they won't come free
and you're out there
and I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
 
I'm grabbing at the clothes on this body
I'm pulling and pulling and I'm getting nowhere
'Cause they won't come free
and I'm not with you
I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
 
I'm grabbing at the crucifix 'round this neck
I'm pulling and pulling and my faith is getting weak
But it won't come free
'cause the truth is out there
But I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
 
I'm grabbing at the words that you speak
I'm pulling and pulling at my mouth and my eyes
'Cause I'm just an observer
watching you out there
whilst I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
 
And I want to be free to touch you
And I want to be be free to talk with you
And I want to be free to love my Lord
and I want to be free to love myself
But you're out there
and I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.