If prison walls could speak
Mine would sing sad songs to me
They have boxed me in all my life and they would cry their hearts out to me-
About how sorry they are…
About how they wish they could miss me…
They would tell me that they saw too much of me-
They would look with pity on me and ask when my captors will set me free.

If prison walls could speak
I would have endless conversations about how freedom tastes like.
I would ask them if their outsides were as gray as their insides.
If prison walls could speak, I would not know how loneliness feels like-
Then the walls would not be cold as stone.
They’d be soft, warm and welcome.

If prison walls could speak,
It would cease to be prison to me
It would be home.

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