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If I could dress it up and say I never felt better
That I’ve got a girl at home and I’m waiting for a letter
I’d pretend the kids are fine and doing well at school
And when I phone they say they miss me
And they think their daddy’s cool
That I work away from home
So I can buy them toys for Christmas
And when it’s time to go
We blow each other tender kisses
I’m lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling
Thinking: I’ll never come to prison again.
If I could write a book, it would have a happy ending
And a ‘once upon a time’ – but I’d only be pretending
The sun would always shine, and I wouldn’t need excuses
And I’d support a football team that simply never loses
But reality bites in the middle of the night
I’ll never come to prison again.
Content from Inside Time.
If I could dress it up and say I never felt better
That I’ve got a girl at home and I’m waiting for a letter
I’d pretend the kids are fine and doing well at school
And when I phone they say they miss me
And they think their daddy’s cool
That I work away from home
So I can buy them toys for Christmas
And when it’s time to go
We blow each other tender kisses
I’m lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling
Thinking: I’ll never come to prison again.
If I could write a book, it would have a happy ending
And a ‘once upon a time’ – but I’d only be pretending
The sun would always shine, and I wouldn’t need excuses
And I’d support a football team that simply never loses
But reality bites in the middle of the night
I’ll never come to prison again.
Content from Inside Time.
Don't follow in my footsteps
It's been no Sunday stroll
No the road to redemption
Isn't paved in gold
A wee bit of heaven
Drifted down from above,
A handful of happiness
A heart full of love.
The mystery of life
So sacred and sweet,
The giver of joy
So deep and complete.
Priceless and precious
So loveable, too —
The world’s sweetest miracle,
Baby doll, is you!
Oh how I can’t stand these nights alone
Wishing that i could just go home
Never thought this is where I’d be
Constantly dreaming of being free
A simple twist of turning key
A little click and the locks on me
I can’t say the way i feel
Surrounded by concrete and steel
I’ve crossed the line from mad to sane
A million times over and back again
No one hears my cries and desperate calls
They just echo off these dungeon walls
Should have known passing through the gate
That once inside I could not escape
Without you i dont think id find a way
To get through the struggles of everyday
When everything just seems so wrong
The thought of you keeps me strong
Whatever torture and heartache remains
Our love will break the chains.
No matter what our pasts may say
What hurts, our pains endured,
And tears shed for those who
Walked away.
You and I, need not let ourselves
Be defined by those hurts from
Our pasts and no longer will it
Influence our time.
About Time Media acknowledges the traditional owners of the lands across Australia and particularly acknowledges the Wurundjeri people of the Kulin nation, traditional owners of the land on which About Time Media is based.
We acknowledge the continuing impacts of the criminal legal system on First Nations people, including disproportionate rates of incarceration and deaths in custody, which remain a national shame.
We pay deep respect to Elders past and present, and all families of those who have lost loved ones in prison.
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