The Alcatraz Metaphors

While we used long fingernails 
To carve epitaphs into the floor 
You were scratching freedom from concrete 
Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims 
I walk these corridors knowing 
Of the net beneath your defiance 
Has become legend within these walls 
And we sit in our cells and hope 
You live enough life for the rest of us 
Who did not make it out