The Prisoner

AS I SIT HERE, IN THIS CELL,
I WRITE AND SAY: "I'M DOING WELL."
THIS ROOM OF MINE, SO FOUL AND MUSTY,
EVERYTHING IN LIFE, SO DIRTY AND DUSTY.
THE VISITS FEW, AND OVER FAST...
I THINK ABOUT FRIENDS, I REMEMBER THE PAST.
"MY LIFE GOES ON"; THEY TELL ME SO,
AS I SIT HERE, IN THIS CELL...
THE DAY GOES BY,
MY LIFE'S AWRY.
SO MANY NIGHTS, I HAVE TO CRY.
UNDER OUR BRIDGE, HAS PASSED MUCH WATER,
I MISS YOU, AND OUR LITTLE DAUGHTER.
KEEPING YOU IN A SPECIAL THOUGHT,
I'M STILL ASHAMED OF HOW WE FOUGHT.
AS I SIT, HERE IN THIS CELL...
WHEN OTHER PEOPLE, HAVE LET ME DOWN,
MEMORIES OF YOU, IT'S HARD TO FROWN.
WHEN YOU THINK OF ME IN HERE,
YOU NEEDN'T HARDLY SHED A TEAR.
BECAUSE OF YOU, MY LIFE'S COMPLETE,
AND, THAT IS SUCH A SPECIAL FEAT!
AS I SIT HERE, IN THIS CELL...
I WRITE AND SAY: "I'M DOING WELL."

Created: October 29, 1999r.
Last Updated: November 7, 1999r.