A beautiful color is Green
The one who loves it, is me
The grass,fresh with leaves
Left me thinking,
How am I going to flee?
Looking through bars of steel
I wonder,
When am I going to get my
first home-cooked meal
The past is such a fright
Leaving me with such regret,
And painful scars from the fight
As i look forward
I deserve this "steel cell"
But Then Agian
Its Just 2 years...
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