A line on the wall says it is almost dawn
There's a ray of light but it is hardly shown
Soon they will come, soon they will go
What will they find, does anybody know

I'd give you a rose, mom, I made it myself
But how can I do this now that you've left
There's a terrible view from here in my cell
The seagulls and the mountain are not shown so well

Four walls don't make a prison, emotions do
Why did you have to take dady too?
I'm writing a letter, I'll tell you how it's signed:
To the seagulls of mountain Hope with all my love