Behind the Bars

Behind the Bars

You’re standing in a cell, looking through the bars. Looking at the open fields, so near and yet so far. Wondering about your friends out there, and what they’re doing now and wishing you could be with them today.

Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars because you stood for you race.


They’ll try and break your spirit, they’ll try to grind you down. If you stand up for your country they don’t want you around. You wonder what you’re doing here, and is it all worthwhile. They’ll never crush the pride that’s in your heart.

Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars, because you stood for you race.


They’ll try and make you angry, they’ll make new rules for you because you are what they fear, for your ideals stay true. Your faith it will sustain you, as you stand firm and proud. You’ll never let them tear your country down.

Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars, because you stood for you race..