Cell Block 6-3
The coldness I feel from the
steel doors remind me of the
Bars hung from door to door.
As the steel door slams it
Reminds me of what I am
The sound of the keys I hear outside
My cell gives me hope of something else
A prisoner to the game
stuck in a place where they practice
Human shame.
Women lay silent in there cells
confused if this is there life or hell
The nights are so lonely as you
Lay awake and alone.
Someones cryin in the distance
Yes there are cryin for there home.
As I close my eyes and pray to god
Please give me the strenght to carry on.
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