There is an eerie quiet
When keys turn in the locks
All locked in for the night
Silence throughout the block
It brings to end a day
The same as the days before
One routine to follow
Only one regime for sure
The night patrol are quiet to
Their footsteps the only sound
As they walk the corridors
Checking cells and all around
We sleep and dream of being free
We wake and wait with others
For the sound that brings us pain
Of keys turning in the locks a sign
That our day will start again
