This cell...
Hard and cold
I am hidden in a well
Dark, deep, and damp
Where is the hope that one must seek
Where is the happiness and love
Is there a pure white cooing dove
Or do all of those things leek away
Have the walls always been bleak and gray
Has the sun ever shown at the high time of day
For once I fell all alone

The ice-cold water has an echoing sound
Is it me or is it strangely quiet
Here I sit lost and scared
I am impaired for the sights I have seen
I know in my heart that I didn't do it
But I am here waiting for death
I sit and watch my days waste away
They sit there and wait for my life to pass by
What would happen if there was justice
But then again, what is justice
For once I feel all alone
Taken and without home...