My life is a cage, and time does not shorten my sentence.
I'm here for crimes I will never understand, and God counts the sand.
When I was young there were voices, now as a man there is silence.
Yet these bars never rust, and these people do not trust.
I'm here for reasons beyond my mind, and God does not give a reason.
God counts the sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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