They said it was impossible
That it never could be done
No one could ever leave here
The odds were slightly less than none
But every night we dug and drilled
Music muffled what we did
And when the guards walked by at night
Behind dummy walls we hid
The vent they left unguarded
Was a quick and easy route
Up to the roof where raincoats hid
Those would be our ticket out
With paper heads on pillows
It was time to make a break
Allen had misjudged his dig
We had to leave him, his mistake
In the bay, the water frigid
No one made it through alive
We survived the undercurrent
We made it to the other side
The warden met reporters
Told them we had surely died
How I wish that I could call them
Just to say the warden lied
© The Beginning At Last
Inspired by the June 1962 breakout from Alcatraz by inmates Frank Morris, John Anglin, and Clarence Anglin, which was immortalized in Clint Eastwood’s 1979 film, Escape From Alcatraz.
To this day, Morris and the Anglin brothers remain on the U.S. Marshals Service wanted list.
The Beginning At Last 
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