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One cold and windy night, I laid upon my gaol bed, and as I closed my eyes, I heard a voice that said: “Please don’t be afraid, I wish to speak with you, maybe you will listen, to my words that are true.”
“Yes, I am a spirit, but do not be alarmed – I come in peace, and I mean you no harm. I know just how you feel and, you’re going through hell, and I guess I should know, I died in this cell.”
“It was so long ago, when I was not so young, leading a life of crime, not caring what I’ve done. My freedom I did lose and my son I never saw, he grew up without me, from the time he was small.”
“But throughout all those years, I hoped he would be free, never would he see gaol, and follow on behind. So many years flew by, I grew older each day, time was drawing near, and death would not delay.”
“Now I look down upon you, I remember when I was young, and my eyes – they fill with tears, because you are my son.”
One cold and windy night, I laid upon my gaol bed, and as I closed my eyes, I heard a voice that said: “Please don’t be afraid, I wish to speak with you, maybe you will listen, to my words that are true.”
“Yes, I am a spirit, but do not be alarmed – I come in peace, and I mean you no harm. I know just how you feel and, you’re going through hell, and I guess I should know, I died in this cell.”
“It was so long ago, when I was not so young, leading a life of crime, not caring what I’ve done. My freedom I did lose and my son I never saw, he grew up without me, from the time he was small.”
“But throughout all those years, I hoped he would be free, never would he see gaol, and follow on behind. So many years flew by, I grew older each day, time was drawing near, and death would not delay.”
“Now I look down upon you, I remember when I was young, and my eyes – they fill with tears, because you are my son.”
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.
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