My tears stream down from my soul
When I become like a bird in the cage
Now, this steel cage is my place to live
Entombed within four walls of the prison
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Memory is the greatest punishment for any crime. Very eloquent write. You have achieved rapport with this suffering soul.10/10. Warm regards, Sandra
My tears stream down from my soul When I become like a bird in the cage Now, this steel cage is my place to live Entombed within four walls of the prison..............freedom is worth to be explained. its enjoyment comes when u r incage....10
yes sir..I know how it feels....to repent on once actions...i find it realy hard to move on when i see somethings that happened in my life...very touching one..... 10+++ regards shan
A very soul stirring poem. Everybody have to cry sometime, a prisoner is no different. Doesn't matter what walk of life you came from. A really great poem. Thanks.