27 June 2012
Trapped behind the iron, Iron cold bars, unable to see daylight, Nor the bright twinkling stars.
What I wouldn't do, To have my own space. To run around crazily, To eat at my own pace.
I want to go to the beach, To dance in the waves, But the nearest thing I feel Is being trapped in caves.
When I get out of prison, Serve my long sentence, I think I'll thank God And pay a little repentance.
Prison • Opuss № I