Calls Behind Concrete Walls

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Lights on, doors slam, go
running to the phone
Dial the number hit the hash,
and wonder if they're home
Spend the first minute saying
hello, fight to say a word
Tell them that you love them
and hope that you are heard
The phone gets passed around
so everyone gets a go
To tell you what is going on and
things that you should know
Twelve minutes pass much too fast,
soon you hear the beep
To tell you that time has ran out,
the family begin to weep
Calls behind the concrete walls
are never easy to make
Speaking to those you love whose
hands you cannot take
Your heart breaks as you hear
their pain going down the line
Knowing that you cannot help to
make everything fine
So if you have one you love in
jail and away from you
Just know that there is something
small that you can do
To show them that you love them
and tell them that you care
Even though they are far away, sometimes who knows where
Remember that a single call can
really change a day
And fill a saddened heart,
chase their blues away
So if you get a call from
someone far apart
Let them always know that
they are in your heart
Clearly you only have to nominate ‘time travel’ as the subject of a writing competition to get people thinking.
Time, for me, was at first just “the clock on the wall” at high school. When is lunch? When will this test finish? And when is home time?
Have you ever found yourself at the bottom of a well?
The decay of an atom indicates that time itself has passed, it is the origin of our concept of time.