In the cold, dark cell, where shadows dwell,
A convict sits alone, in his private hell.
With every passing day, he feels the weight,
Of mistakes made, and choices too late.
But in the depths of despair, he finds his spark,
A flame of hope, in the shadows dark.
With each dawn that breaks, he sees the light
Through the iron bars, he sees the sky,
Yearning for freedom, with every every sigh.
In the echoes of his past, he finds regret,
But deep within, a fire's been set.
As the days go by, he finds his way,
With every struggle, he'll seize the day.
No longer defined by his past mistakes,
He'll rewrite his story, whatever it takes.