My little boy has grown so strong, I can’t believe its been this long, since he raised his tiny head, and gazed at me in the hospital bed.

Brain tumour, brain tumour, a darkness you can’t see, oh how I hate you, you took my brother away from me.

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Rob (my cellie) and I were about to go to sleep one miserable cold night, and a mouse (Jesus DMC) died and went up to the pearly gates and knocked.

If you turn to drugs instead, to silence the villains in your head. Or to minimise the self harm to your arm, without causing alarm.

Three four walls to sit in. Three four thoughts to think in.

In every ripple, her essence I find, a memory cherished, sweetly entwined. Her smile, a memory, forever aglow, like creeks that swell, and never forego.

Home sounds so sweet to the heart, if only shown from the very start. I only wish for my hands to be freed, don’t beat me up about my past. Coz I truly am a good seed.

There's demons in my mind, I'm struggling to think. Life's leaving me behind, as deeper, I sink.

This image depicts the wild woman and the apple tree. It is inspired by the character 'Aofie' in this year's production.

Some say Love is overrated. It has no relevance anymore I say. I know more than love unbound, I can make these prayerful sounds.