Picture a rainy night...
Cold and damp and musky
Lonely moans that reach through blight
A cell with beds all rusty
The faint rumbling...the chill
Hunger strikes with moans...
Stomach after stomach
Of lonely sighs...the groans
Tears that force the challenge
Horrors of nothingness
Forcing men to wager
Lifetimes turn...injustice
Stitched with freedoms anger
Sockets blank and staring
Surprisingly it lingers
The fuel of freedom...daring
Warming them to d**h
Today kids have no heroes
The Bobby Sands...and yet
The Irish soul still rebels
Heroes here...you bet!
Safe within our courage
Keep our souls alive
Open up our spirit
Then Bobby will survive.