Hope has long passed and despite my long prayers
Like a ghost I still wander, feeling like no one cares
Drifting through the days that blend, in a mindless trance
Surviving in this prison has only been by mere chance.
Suspicion, fear and anger have long ruled in this place
I’m gone now from the world without even a trace
You look for reprieve, far from the prison rage
And realize the tranquil peace found in the written page
In a concrete corner, hope your pain lets you be
The story in your hand can truly set you free
There’s happiness in losing yourself in thoughts of another place
You may very well feel the warm soothing of God’s grace
Oh, joy you can feel, the time you can spend
Feeling FREE AS A BIRD… until you reach the end
In closing the cover, a tear falls to the floor
Please send another book… Please just one more!
Financial donations are the single factor that limits the number of people we can serve. Just $3 is the average cost of mailing a package of carefully selected books from our library!
Prison Book Program
c/o Lucy Parsons Bookstore
1306 Hancock Street
Quincy, MA 02169