As I sit behind these prison bars,
pray for God to take away the pain,
and heal my tragic scars.

I send my prayer smoke
up toward the stars;
as this moment,
the Holy Spirit and I
are walking on Mars!

W.O.C.,
and refusing to fall back—
in prayer with God,
I walk through the attack.

People will always judge me,
for that is just how
this world must be.

My family in Christ
wrote me a letter,
and they always
help me feel better.

As I sit in this prison pod,
I put all my trust in God!

I am now God’s child,
no more will I act
evil and wild.

He has prepared for the fight,
I will stand
with all my might.

I am no longer
Satan’s prisoner;
I became a Warrior of Christ—
who He became my deliverer!