In the morning she wakes me from my dreams
and it's in the night she lies me down to sleep
Like a ghost in the darkness that will not fade
or an enemy that lies in hiding and just waits.
She's there every time I close my eyes
even if I blink it's her face that passes me by
and as days go on filled with things to remind
it's the thoughts of her I cannot leave behind.
Why is it so hard for me to let her go
and be released from this pain I show
every time I try I'm thrown into the cold
because it's memories of her I continue to hold.
So I fear she'll be with me to my grave
making sure it's her price that I pay.
Written by George Lynch
while at Mayo Correctional Institution
Dedicated to H.S.
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