In the shadows of these bars, I dream,
Of days when freedom kissed my skin.
Your face, a beacon in my night,
Lost in a maze of guilt and sin.

The silence is a heavy shroud,
Each tick of time, a painful chime.
I trace your name upon the air,
Searching for solace in this crime.

Through letters, whispers find their way,
Soft echoes of a distant past.
Your voice, a memory so sweet,
In every breath, my heart beats fast.

One day, these walls will fade away,
And freedom’s light will shine anew.
Until then, love, I hold you close,
Within my dreams, I stay with you.