Sitting in this cold and dark room
Only the walls can hear my cry
The wind blows and the flowers bloom
I look up and ask God "Why"
One wrong decision
Can change a man's destination
I miss the beautiful things of life
I can only catch a glimpse of the sky
And hope for freedom
This is another world of its own
Where life is extremely miserable
I can trade anything to be free
And away from this captivity.
These bars keep me safe within them
Depriving the joys of freedom from me
I'm bound by your spell
Everlasting doors of bondage
I can only pray for the day
I'll see my family again
But I'm too busy being a prisoner
I may not see freedom anytime soon
But I still have faith
Someday I shall be far beyond the reach
of these iron bars
To be called "an ex-convict"
For that's the people verdict.
While I'm still trapped behind these bars
I must strive to survive
To stay alive and worthy of freedom.