Loving a prisoner is not an easy thing to do,
Nobody knows this better than you;
It only gets harder day after day,
So giving me your heart is a high price to pay,
Promising to me, saying you'll wait,
Knowing someday soon they will open those gates.
Hoping and waiting for a letter each day,
For the smile I get each time one comes my way.
Tell me you love me and miss me so,
Because if you don't I really need to know.
Loving a prisoner is not much fun,
But it is worth the wait when the time is done,
My time is written in volumes of three...
The Past, The Present, and They Yet to Be.
The past is over and miles away.
The Present we're living from day to day.
The yet to be is the best of the three,
We'lll spend it together just you and me...
