Beyond the Bars
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Poetry
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.
Beyond the bars, I want to make a fresh start
Beyond the bars, I fear I’ve played my final card
Beyond the bars, I try to focus on my art
Beyond the bars, I wanna hold you in my arms.
Beyond the bars, I do laps in the yard
Beyond the bars, I know that I can go far
Beyond the bars, she came and stole my broken heart
Beyond the bars, I will become a better man.
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.
Beyond the bars, I want to make a fresh start
Beyond the bars, I fear I’ve played my final card
Beyond the bars, I try to focus on my art
Beyond the bars, I wanna hold you in my arms.
Beyond the bars, I do laps in the yard
Beyond the bars, I know that I can go far
Beyond the bars, she came and stole my broken heart
Beyond the bars, I will become a better man.
Date Published
November 11, 2025
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