Do not cry by the window, gazing out to the sky. For I’ve not only left you, I’ll never say goodbye.

Window Pane is a reflection of childhood memories, looking outside of my bedroom, locked away.

Nowhere to go, as the new day is here? Holding on as the last threads, of my dreams disappear.

Givin’ my mum a hug, even for just a second. That’s worth a lot, worth the world I reckon.

‘Tis just another day behind the wall, with musters here and musters there, it surely wearies, one and all.

Life’s not a party my dearest darling, for we partied, now must you party alone.

Regardless of how we are feeling, days still start and end. Regardless of what I do, what others do, what happens to me or what happens to them.

On an icy day, we’ll meet again, on a silent path, free from pain. No greetings spoken, no sparks to fly, just a quiet knowing in each other’s eye.

Why should you suffer for my pain. Knowledge in this I should try to gain. Does it feel I have left you alone? It may feel I have cut you to the bone.

The calls we hear every day, whether guilty or claiming you’re innocent, there’s a price we each must pay. “It’s a privilege not a right” you’ll hear the screws say, but the moment you’re behind those bars, your control is taken away.