Treasure Island

Gypsy Boy Varey


HMP Hell


Tomorrow tomorrow oh when will you come?
Days crawling by I’m becoming so numb
Days come and go but it’s always the same
Feels like my life’s flowing right down the drain

The time takes so long when your heads not on straight
But who can blame you when you’re tainted by hate
I look out the window and what do I see
A big bright blue sky and the birds flying free

The clink of the door and the clink of the gate
I’m sick of this place now and cursing my fate
It’s hard to believe how such little white lies
Can cost you so much and break up family ties

But I’m a man now and big boys never cry
And to HMP Hell soon adieu and goodbye



(c) varey 2013

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
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