• Behind these iron bars are nothing but misery;
    Misery that's full of bitterness and tears.
    These rusty bars isolate us from the rest of the world
    No hopes,
    No dreams,
    No freedom.
    In here lies a sorrow that can pierce through anything
    You can try to break it down or pretend this isn’t real.
    But I know it can never shatter
    I plead to the creator of our creation and yet,
    The future won’t budge.
    This place separates us from heaven and hell.
    It creates a wound of agony that's stronger,
    Deeper,
    And more bloodier than any other scars
    Because no matter what I do,
    My soul will always be inconsolable
    Behind these iron bars.