In this captive cell i sleep,
My mind is not mine to keep.
Tortured by the deafly silence,
Hinding in a world of violence.
Trapped in lifes toughest jail,
My freedom i do hail.
Stuck behind strong steel bars,
Want to leave thoughts and scars.
Open fields i long to greet,
Grass and flowers between my feet.
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