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PRISON

What do you see, officer, what do you see?

What do you see when you’re looking at me?

A robber, murderer, liar or scum?

Do you look at my crime and just see what I done?

Well, open your eyes, officer, you’re not looking at me

Open your eyes, officer, you might get lucky and see

A girl of 16 with wings that can fly

At 18 a son who I’ll protect till I die

At 20 a man who makes me happy and smile

At 30 he’s gone and now I’m on trial

At 40 alone as my son has his wings

And now I’m in prison trying to kill off past sins

Jane Lee

Her Majesty’s prison Bronzefield