by Oscar Wilde
I have been here for long,
In this dark, cold cell,
With nothing to do
But think on what I've done.
I have thought of my crimes,
And the pain I've caused,
And I am filled with regret.
I wish I could go back,
And make things right,
But I know that I cannot.
I am a prisoner,
And I will never be free.
But even in here,
I can find hope.
I can find hope in the love of my family,
And in the kindness of my friends.
I can find hope in the beauty of nature,
And in the power of art.
I can find hope in the goodness of humanity,
And in the promise of redemption.
I am a prisoner,
But I am not defeated.
I will never give up hope,
And I will never stop fighting for my freedom.