O one bound in fetters of steel,

Trust me, I know how you feel.


When that door slams shut at night,

The reality begins to bite.


You alone with your thoughts.

Hopes and fears of all sorts.


What will arrive tomorrow?

Some good news or just more sorrow?


Know, my friend, that every ocean has a shore.

And every hardship has a door.


Every desert has springs.

And every caged bird has wings.


So hold your head high and smile.

For perhaps you are on the final mile.


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