Prison

When I entered your door
I thought you were hardcore
But when I look at you
It is not true
I saw eyes more free than mine
I hear a mind seasoned serving your time
I feel compassion for giving a moment to the victims of the crime
I feel freedom in the words you spoke about justice, equality and Divine
I see hope when the man is willing to change
I see light by the end of the tunnel not shame
I see love when families and communities come and show care
I see change when you put ideas into action, my fear disappear
I learned you are not so different from me
I know freedom is a luxury with a huge price to pay
Outside your walls, life is not free, in everything I need to pay
I hear you when you speak the words of the free