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.
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