He sits by his cell,
Talking to the walls
Shaken by the darkness.
He sits like a caged bird.
The outside world,
he yearns to see
the air is filled
With the icy cold air
Surrounding the room.
The food tastes bitter.
The water is sour.
He thinks of his family.
But crime took him away.
He has no visitors.
He has no friends.
His heart cries for
FREEDOM!
But for his crime, he has to PAY.