Five Stone Walls

Made up my home

May never

Never leave

Going to hate those walls

Till the day I die

Seven long months

Spent in the ground

I lived in a hole

Behind them walls

Five walls made up my home

Five walls made out of stone

For seven months

It hollowed me out

Hollowed out my body

Like insects do the poppy

I did seven months on my knees

Pride was a luxury

Still I held onto you

And I had no pride

Without pride

I held out for you

I sratched a number

Off a whole lot of numbers

Passed my fingers

Across your face

Where your picture lay

I was the walking sleeping

There was no rest for me

I had to walk that one straight path

Oh back and forth and back and forth

I've been walking

Now for ten weeks

I don't remember

I follow the line

I follow the line till the end

I don't remember

Eighty-seven days

Eighty-seven days

And just a picture

This way my ride

There was no one else inside

This was my road

It took me back

It took me forward

Four hundred miles

Four hundred miles

The open whites gates

The set me free

But I will not be

I will not be

Until four hundred miles are behind me

Who'll be there to meet me?