My days are dark, my world is cold
Not a spark in this tiny mould
Separated from my family and put in a room,
Sentenced to my lengthy doom
Cold, hard floors and a strong steel gate
This is my life, this is my fate
If these walls could speak, the emotions they would stir
Would bring to every eye more than just a tear
Treated like a criminal, treated like a thief
Just for having freedom as a firm belief!
Sleeping on something that’s far from a bed
Worse than an animal is how I am fed
For my country I fought every day
But in return my rights were taken away
Being arrested and thrown in a cell,
This is a story that only I can tell!