Prisoners of love in frozen cages
We hold the keys to a prison with invisible bars
Some of us in faith throw away our keys
Others try and rattle all of the cages
But our love is played out on so many stages
We write and play the parts both of fools and of sages
We keep playing games we can’t understand
With scores of prisoners waiting to be exonerated
Impatiently we wait in line hungry to take their places
When we rush into the frozen and we throw away our keys
Hoping for something closer to heaven than hell
There is a good reason they pray for you
Before they close the door to your cell
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