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Waiting for parole is like remand all o'er again
When starting on my 'things-to-do', my mind leaps back to 'when!?'
All-consuming niggling thoughts contort me out of shape
Swarms of bees inside my head frantic for an escape
Years and years I've counted down now focused on just days
Yet I can't shake the fear and dread that l'Il be here always
Most go home, or so they say, I know this to be true
How different the feeling is when that someone is you
My heart it won't stop pounding, can barely sleep or function
Waiting, waiting, waiting, for that critical injunction
Anxiety is at a peak, struggling to relax
Is there a chance that they forget, will I slip through the cracks?
"Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can"
I've been patient for some time now please give me a plan
Future in the hands of strangers, nothing I can do
Praying for some good news to begin my life anew
Imagining a fresh start with happiness and love
But still there's no decision, no direction from above
How long will I be hovering in this state of flux?
Put me out my misery, this feeling truly sucks
How about my family, for they've done nothing wrong
They just want their boy back, 'cause it's been far too long
In days to come this stress and woe, I hope, will fade to dust
'Til then l'Il dream of being free, and finally home at last
Waiting for parole is like remand all o'er again
When starting on my 'things-to-do', my mind leaps back to 'when!?'
All-consuming niggling thoughts contort me out of shape
Swarms of bees inside my head frantic for an escape
Years and years I've counted down now focused on just days
Yet I can't shake the fear and dread that l'Il be here always
Most go home, or so they say, I know this to be true
How different the feeling is when that someone is you
My heart it won't stop pounding, can barely sleep or function
Waiting, waiting, waiting, for that critical injunction
Anxiety is at a peak, struggling to relax
Is there a chance that they forget, will I slip through the cracks?
"Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can"
I've been patient for some time now please give me a plan
Future in the hands of strangers, nothing I can do
Praying for some good news to begin my life anew
Imagining a fresh start with happiness and love
But still there's no decision, no direction from above
How long will I be hovering in this state of flux?
Put me out my misery, this feeling truly sucks
How about my family, for they've done nothing wrong
They just want their boy back, 'cause it's been far too long
In days to come this stress and woe, I hope, will fade to dust
'Til then l'Il dream of being free, and finally home at last
Don't follow in my footsteps
It's been no Sunday stroll
No the road to redemption
Isn't paved in gold
I’ve tried to write poetry, but I find it hard to do,
I’d like to say in pretty words, just what I think of you.
And what I would like to say, would be something like this:
You make my heart run wild, with just one little kiss.
When I am holding you close, my heart beats like a drum,
And the sparkle in your eyes shines brighter than the sun.
The tenderness of your lips, is much safer than air,
And there is nothing to match the beauty of your hair.
The two men popped open the Tesla's doors, thump thomp, and stepped out into a blooming orchard. The air was a herbal tea. Honey bees bobbed between the peach pink flowers.
Beyond the bars, I sit and think about the past
Beyond the bars, I wait and watch the time pass
Beyond the bars, I barely ever see the stars
Beyond the bars, I’m alone in the dark.
Beyond the bars, I try to make my dream last
Beyond the bars, I learnt to walk my own path
Beyond the bars, I always wonder where you are
Beyond the bars, I still remember your laugh.
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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