As I sit
I see
All the people walk by me
And my line of sight sees
they are broken
just as broken as me
yet none of us know
the reality
we watch people like us
every day
yet only one of us
never fades
it's the boy
in the cell
across from me
his spirit never leaning
and his happy attitude
but when we
talk
you can see
how much he misses his family
and how much he needs to be
in somewhere else
not across from me
but you see the fear
in his eyes
his spirits are high
but his hopes sit low
in the cell across
but no one knows
