Jacob Goldman
In my mind there's a boy who exists in chains,
Inside a cold dark room of painful solitude is where he will remain,
Behind these walls the sorrow is inevitable as relentless as the passage of time,
Mentalities corrupt and dark, Brainwashed and hopelessly blind,
Prisons are packed with crowded spaces, Lifers and Guards with Hollow faces,
Shackled hearts afraid of changes and weakened wills become complacent,
Yet I maintained with patience,
Time can limit but not shatter my will,