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.
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