Bus Boys And Poets

We dream of ways to break these iron bars

We dream of black nights without moon or stars

We dream of tunnels and of sleeping guards

We dream of blackouts in the prison yard

Heartbroken, we found a gleam of hope

Hearken to the sound, a whistle blows

Heaven sent reply, however small

Evidence of life beyond these walls

Born and bred in this machine

Wardens dread to see us dream

We hold tight to legends of

Real life, the way it was before

We dream of jailers throwing down their arms

We dream of open gates and no alarms

Look to the day the Earth will shake

These weathered walls will fall away