He dreams,

Trapped inside those walls.

He dreams,

Of freedom he once had.

He dreams,

Of love and kindness,

The world outside.

He knows pain and horrors;

He knows what it’s like,

To stare death in the eye.

He doesn’t ask for freedom,

He doesn’t ask for hope.

He doesn’t even remember

What life is,

Or that place that they call "home."

He gropes through the darkness,

For something to hold on to.

He doesn’t understand the pain, the agony.

He just wishes

That someone knew

What he’s gone through.