A Soap's Tale

In a place where the sun don't shine, behind these concrete walls,

I hear the warden's footsteps, and the echo in the halls.

Life gets mighty lonely, behind those iron bars,

So I dropped the soap on purpose, and let go of my scars.

Oh, it's not about the cleanup, or the jailhouse blues,

It's a matter of survival, and searching for some truths.

In the echoes of the showers, our stories intertwine,

Dropping soap on purpose, an escape from doing time.

The guards they think we're mighty dumb, playing these old roles,

But every drop that hits the ground, it's freedom for our souls.

Found solace in the small acts, and gestures hard to see,

In a world so unforgiving, there's still a part of me.

Oh, it's not about the cleanup, or the jailhouse blues,

It's a matter of survival, and searching for some truths.

In the echoes of the showers, our stories intertwine,

Dropping soap on purpose, an escape from doing time.

Some may call it foolish, but they've never worn these chains,

Never felt the heavy heartache, or the relentless pains.

A simple bar of soap, is a ticket to my dreams,

In the darkest of the shadows, we find our light, it seems.

So I laughed with the sinners, and I cried with the saints,

Shared more than just our troubles, shared laughter through the taints.

When I reach for that soap, it's more than just a drop,

It's a connection to the human, in a place that time forgot.