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Ten things I can\u2019t say, Ten Things I can\u2019t say.
\nOn a shadow river, my hope, my work, and you.
\nBe patient with me, let\u2019s make good memories,
\nThrough the echoes of time, the journey is yours and mine.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frontlines, in the shadows, like a cog on a wheel, must not cry, must not feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Carers feelings never show, taking every punch you throw.
\nMaybe I should have been a boxer, that smiles and pretends.
\nMaybe I should I have been a boxer, instead of council nurse and friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frontlines, in the shadows, like a cog on a wheel, must not cry, must not feel.
\nFrontlines, in the shadows, stormy seas that make us stronger, hidden pressures veiled no longer,
\nFrontlines, in the shadows, like a cog on a wheel, must not cry, must not feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All the layers, more than carers, let\u2019s unite as one, the journey will go on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frontlines, in the shadows, like a cog on a wheel, must not cry, must not feel.
\nFrontlines, in the shadows, stormy seas that make us stronger, hidden pressures veiled no longer,
\nFrontlines, in the shadows, like a cog on a wheel, must not cry, must not feel.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/details><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m still at home<\/h2>\n\n\n\nwritten by Claire Gilroy and Catrina Boal with Donna Maciocia<\/h3>\n\n\n\n