Trauma, pain the black sheep that was me
Hope, my life I never could find,
My family, the world took that to,
Looking back I was nothing as I grew
A council estate wean outsiders seen,
Deep rooted scars they never saw,
Just like the hope I never met
Wishing I could have taken that bet
My life spiralling out of control,
My past, drinking and drugs saw to that,
An ever lasting whirpool of a hole,
Hope, now I see you reaching out like a pole.
My pole of hope, a prison cell,
A concrete home for now,
My crime is my way on how I couldn't cope,
You're my sunshine rays of hope.
My past led me here,
In a cell of hope I have the tools,
Tools of hope of which I've waited for so long
This is where I belong
My past, hope and me,
Hope you're helping me to learn and heal from my past,
One day I will tell my story,
Hope, you will be there to take your glory.