In these four walls where shadows cling, Time stretches thin, like a broken wing. A world outside, so near, so far, Dreams confined to a cold steel bar. Each breath a whisper, soft, restrained, Echoes of freedom, slowly drained. Memories dance in the darkened night, Fading embers of a distant light. The sun may rise, but it doesn’t shine, On hearts locked up, left to pine. Hope wears chains, heavy and tight, In the silence of a forgotten fight. Tears that fall, unseen, unheard, A caged bird’s song, a lonely word. In this place where the soul must bend, Time is the foe that will never end. But even here, where sorrow stays, A flicker of hope in the darkest days. For every night, no matter how long, Must bow to dawn, soft and strong.
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