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Behind cement walls and razor wire, I can see a tall tree
Swaying in the breeze it reminds me, the day I’ll be free
Then in come the birds from out of that tree
I watch these birds with envy and I wish it was me
I wish I could be out there with nature, and free
That’s the smell I miss, the decaying leaves of a gum tree
Nature is beautiful and every day you could see
But in jail, that’s gone, instead you’re behind lock and key
Locked away from nature will bring you to your knees
The only way to see it now, is from the birds and bees
With jail life you’re removed from nature, you agree
In all its glory, nature I hope one day again, I’ll see
Even a crow, a pest of a bird I’m glad to see
In the yard I feel good from just seeing a little bee
Sometimes there are magpies, cockies and plovers, all three
It makes my day and reminds me again of being free
After years of looking at these trees waving at me
They’re telling me to keep going, because one day I’ll be free
When I’m down I just keep looking at those trees
Because sooner or later, in will come the birds and the bees
Behind cement walls and razor wire, I can see a tall tree
Swaying in the breeze it reminds me, the day I’ll be free
Then in come the birds from out of that tree
I watch these birds with envy and I wish it was me
I wish I could be out there with nature, and free
That’s the smell I miss, the decaying leaves of a gum tree
Nature is beautiful and every day you could see
But in jail, that’s gone, instead you’re behind lock and key
Locked away from nature will bring you to your knees
The only way to see it now, is from the birds and bees
With jail life you’re removed from nature, you agree
In all its glory, nature I hope one day again, I’ll see
Even a crow, a pest of a bird I’m glad to see
In the yard I feel good from just seeing a little bee
Sometimes there are magpies, cockies and plovers, all three
It makes my day and reminds me again of being free
After years of looking at these trees waving at me
They’re telling me to keep going, because one day I’ll be free
When I’m down I just keep looking at those trees
Because sooner or later, in will come the birds and the bees
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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