Sixteen and My Eyes Opened in a Cell


It will always get easier, but never any better
The only time I feel happy, is when I've received a letter
It's two different worlds, being locked up and in the free
When you're in a cell your eyes open, the smallest things you'll see
All the time is yours. a time to think, a time to pray
Then you fall asleep, wake up, and do the same the next day
You think of your wrongdoing, praying to God to forgive every sin.
You realize your potential, intelligence: who you could have been

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