Just Another Number

Locked away from society, living in a cell twenty-two hours a day, this is my hell. I need to be strong, and not shed a tear wondering if love will survive, this is my fear. My mind keeps struggling to keep itself sane but it's hard dealing with misery's pain So I remove myself from the present don't dwell on the past, I pray for the future and hope it comes fast. Until it arrives and I am once again free I'll be just another number trying to be me.