I recognized his soul...

Staring into the eyes of another man, I'm trying to hear his history
yet through his silence and reclusive nature, his life remains mystery

This stranger's soul is so familiar, yet I don't know his face.
He seems so innocent, so tell me... why is he here in this place???

I know myself... I know I deserve to be caged up like an animal in chains
this place is my salvation, from causing others pain.

I've been a thief, I've been a fighter, I've been a hustler, I've been a lair,

I've been a cheater, and a deceiver, so me I deserve to die here...

but what about him?

Looking into his eyes, I can find no sign of a man
who deserves this six by nine dungeon to complete his life's span

I only see love, compassion, and wisdom, his eyes are so kind
If I could only hear his story, I know it's so different from mine...

I am in my youth, but he is farther in age...
his face has began to wrinkle, his hair has started to gray.

He appears to be a man who has learned so much from life.
I wish that I could learn from him, and hear his advice.

Maybe then I could offer a positive contribution for life,

but then again, why would it matter, were in here till we die.

So my friend, I guess I will try to get through to you tomorrow,
lights are out in 2 minutes, so I will just lay here in my sorrow.
Though I hardly know this man at all, I really hate to go...
I may not know the face in this mirror, but I recognize his soul.