(IF THIS PRISON CELL COULD TALK)
by: Anthony Gibson

I'M IN A CELL EMPTY LIFE, BLANK LIKE
AN UNWRITTEN PAGE, OR A UNTOUCHED HEART.

EYES OF TEARS THAT SHED IN THE DEPTHS
OF THIS PRISON CELL, I PHYSICALLY FEEL THE CHILL,
I MENTALLY FEEL THE PAIN.

EVERY NIGHT A CYCLE BEGINS, I SAY ONE
PRAYER FOR (FREEDOM), I MAKE ONE WISH
FOR (FREEDOM) I YELL, I YEARN, FOR ALL
UNTAINTED EARS TO HEAR (HELP).

IF THIS PRISON CELL COULD TALK

HOW CAN I REMAIN STRONG WHEN I AM FORCED
TO DEAL WITH AN UNJUSTLY CRIMINAL SYSTEM
WHAT CAN I SAY, OR DO TO PROVE
I AM AN INNOCENT MAN, WHEN I'M LOCKED IN
A CAGE SURROUNDED BY THREE WALLS, STEEL BARS
WITH NO SUPPORT BEYOND THESE PRISON WALLS.

IF THIS PRISON CELL COULD TALK

I CAN ONLY ASK, PLEAD, EVEN BEG FOR
SOMEONE'S HELP, I CAN ONLY HOPE SOMEONE
WILL TAKE THE TIME TO EXAMINE THE TRUTH
I CAN ONLY GIVE YOU THE TRUTH,
I AM AN INNOCENT MAN.

IF THIS PRISON CELL COULD TALK

Meet Author Anthony Gibson