Holding On

Phillip Kellotat

In his cell
hope is just a spark
as he sits alone
in the cold n dark,
he's not hoping for parole
that's not the hope that's dim,
he's hoping somewhere there's a lady
who's looking for someone like him.

And as he lays down to sleep
he says a prayer each night
that his hope for love won't fade
before the morning light,
n leave him like so many men
inside the prison's grasp
who hoped for love as long as they could
then gave up at last...

Philip Kellotat
#59220-065
PO Box 1000
Marion, IL, 62959

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