Jailbreak
We shared a cell for seven weeks
before he finally up and speaks,
he turned around and shook his head
he tore the mattress on the bed,
inside he kept a sacred book,
he said that I could take a look,
I read six lines and heard a scream
I felt that I was in a dream
the cell walls vanished in the night
the moon above was shining bright
I don't know if we're really gone,
but I feel like I went back home,
a trance or harsh reality,
it matters not.......
for I am
FREE.
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