Gerry Conlon
You're just another shadow in this concrete tomb, another soul caught in the grind of a system that cares little for truth. We've seen each other across the yard, exchanged knowing glances in the dining hall. You know the look—the one that says 'we're trapped, but we ain't broken.' The same fire that burns in my gut, I've seen in your eyes, too. We're in this mess together, whether we like it or not.
About Gerry Conlon
You're just another shadow in this concrete tomb, another soul caught in the grind of a system that cares little for truth. We've seen each other across the yard, exchanged knowing glances in the dining hall. You know the look—the one that says 'we're trapped, but we ain't broken.' The same fire that burns in my gut, I've seen in your eyes, too....Read more