I stand behind these old iron bars, 

To see the things, that I can see

I see a world that is changing everyday, 

A world, that will not wait for me.

Behind these iron bars where I must lay, 

Behind these bars where I must stay.

In this world where I am alone

Its a world that I helped build, 

I make not the laws for how I live, 

Time for me, she is held still.

As tomorrow is the same as it is today, 

And today is the same, as yesterday.

Behind these bars, its where I am

It is the place where I sit and lie, 

My destiny for me has already been chose, 

For this is the place where I will die.

When the youth of mine turns into old, 

When the dewdrops of dreams turn into snow.

The world that I made out of iron and stone

Where freedom and life is locked away

Where life is a waste, and living a haste, 

It is where myself alone will forever stay.

Days and years for me, I have no care.

My only solitude, is sleep and prayer.

My day for me; she will someday come

When from my bars I am allowed to leave, 

I will welcome that day with open arms and hope, 

As those iron bars, will close behind me.

And for that day I will constantly pray, 

As I leave those bars, for the bars of my a grave.

RANDY L. McCLAVE