I sit in my cell dressed in the clothes they provide

The ones they say would suit me

I feel strange and awkward

It’s been nearly three years

I’m nervous and sweating

What will she see in me

What will she remember

Will she really care

Has her mother made her come

Does she want to know

All of the questions circulate in my head

Falling over each other

Never finding an answer

I feel kind of foolish as I leave my cell

The slow steady shuffle

So, I can be O.K.

So that I can be ready

As I pass through succeeding gates and doors

And in to the sports hall

A place I have never visited

Moving with the other guys and baby-faced little girls

What if she sees me and doesn’t like

What she sees

Will she allow me to hold her

Right now, today

Just for an hour or two

Will she say

Hey daddy it’s me let’s dance