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No one can see the shame and guilt,
Trapped behind these eyes.
As I sit here in a prison cell,
All due to a pack of lies.
Memories that are trapped within,
Deep behind these eyes.
Echoing ever so softly,
Compounding our goodbyes.
To see the love I have within.
Look deep behind these eyes.
For this love I have for you,
Is the kind that never dies.
You may see a broken man,
Hiding behind these eyes.
But from this time in prison,
A better man will arise.
You may see a man of confidence,
As you look behind these eyes.
But in this hell-like place,
Every bit of it’s a guise.
Or you may see a man of strength,
As you peek behind these eyes.
As I sit and think of you,
This strong man, he still cries.
Take a look,
Behind these eyes.
It’s the window to the soul.
Allowing you to see things that you can’t apprise.
For now, I have my thoughts,
Concealed behind these eyes.
Soon I will be home,
I hope you’re awaiting my reprise.
So, when I come home to you,
I trust you won’t chastise.
I hope you take the time to see,
The man behind these eyes.
No one can see the shame and guilt,
Trapped behind these eyes.
As I sit here in a prison cell,
All due to a pack of lies.
Memories that are trapped within,
Deep behind these eyes.
Echoing ever so softly,
Compounding our goodbyes.
To see the love I have within.
Look deep behind these eyes.
For this love I have for you,
Is the kind that never dies.
You may see a broken man,
Hiding behind these eyes.
But from this time in prison,
A better man will arise.
You may see a man of confidence,
As you look behind these eyes.
But in this hell-like place,
Every bit of it’s a guise.
Or you may see a man of strength,
As you peek behind these eyes.
As I sit and think of you,
This strong man, he still cries.
Take a look,
Behind these eyes.
It’s the window to the soul.
Allowing you to see things that you can’t apprise.
For now, I have my thoughts,
Concealed behind these eyes.
Soon I will be home,
I hope you’re awaiting my reprise.
So, when I come home to you,
I trust you won’t chastise.
I hope you take the time to see,
The man behind these eyes.
This image depicts the wild woman and the apple tree. It is inspired by the character 'Aofie' in this year's production.
Some say Love is overrated. It has no relevance anymore I say. I know more than love unbound, I can make these prayerful sounds.
What filled my days before, I do not know. I have so much love within me, from inside my heart I glow.
Help us get About Time off the ground. All donations are tax deductible and will be vital in providing an essential resource for people in prison and their loved ones.
Help us get About Time off the ground. All donations are tax deductible and will be vital in providing an essential resource for people in prison and their loved ones.
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