When I came to prison I lost all hope

but I had to remember how it felt to be at the end of my rope.

Friends I thought were loyal and built on trust

faded and eroded like a car full of rust.

Like the saddest of love songs I feel alone and full of sorrows

I press on, stay strong and find hope for better tomorrow's.

Touch my broken hearted soul

it longs to be made whole

Dark skies, thunder rolls I stand in the midst of the storm

keep hanging on through it all with faith

I know eventually the rainbow will form.

Barbara Williams