When the darkness envelopes,
And the City is asleep,
We the poor souls are awake,
Enslaved, inside the dungeoun,
Embracing agony ev'ry second,
Yet we still dream, forbidden dream,
The freedom of tomorrow.
Yes the hopes shall keep us alive,
That someday, the time will pass,
When we break this tall concrete wall,
And be, amongst the Free.
Sydney, 1sssst Dec 1:56Am
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