Description
In an old prison cell, where shadows roam,
Sits a woman with brown hair, a beauty unknown,
Her white dress a contrast against the grim despair,
Short black boots, a symbol of strength she wears.
Behind bars, she sits with grace and poise,
A vision of resilience amidst the prison's noise,
Her eyes hold stories, secrets yet untold,
In this dilapidated prison, her spirit unfolds.
Her brown hair cascades like earth's gentle streams,
A reminder of hope, breaking through the seams,
In a white dress, she's a beacon of light,
A symbol of freedom, even in the darkest night.
The cell may confine her, but her spirit is free,
A testament to the strength within you and me,
She finds beauty in the cracks of the worn-out walls,
A reminder that even in captivity, one can stand tall.
Her short black boots carry her through the pain,
A symbol of resilience, an emblem to sustain,
In this desolate prison, she finds her own way,
A symbol of beauty that cannot be kept at bay.
As the years pass, the walls may crumble and decay,
But her essence remains, forever in that cell's display,
A testament to the strength of the human soul,
A woman with brown hair, a story yet untold.
In the darkness, she shines with an inner light,
A beacon of hope, even in the depths of night,
In that old prison cell, a tale of beauty is found,
A woman with brown hair, her spirit unbound.
Taken at Missouri State Penitentiary