jailbird singalong

(ooc: Here's a short simple post, I didn't use that little heading thing,
because I don't know what time this is happening, he's in the same cell he was
in last time, and it's just him.)
John lay on the floor, staring at the cell ceiling The days had melted together,
a big blob of meaningless memories. He turned to his left, and began to speak.
"longest hour in the brig I've ever been through"
John scratched another mark onto the wall, he had been in the cell for a lot
longer then the hour he was supposed to spend in the cell, and not one person
passed his cell during that time, his only company was the occasional sound of
cells slamming shut, and the pocket knife he used to carve time markers into the
wall every time the lunch bell rang. John began to sing in his cell, as he had
done every day at that time since he had been thrown in, the way he saw it if he
were to sing loud enough eventually someone would take notice, and let him out
just to get him out of there hair.
"To here I come to seek my fortune, to here I come seeking my fame, but you lock
me away in my cage, with not but bread every day, warden here me, here my plea
why won't you come set me free."
As usual it didn't seam anyone was listening, but john continued to sing,
hopeful that someone would be ticked off enough to let him out.