The Day the Same

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