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Forgiveness

As these chains Cut deep into deepest pains The prison door grins Coldly and silently As the prison’s door Is locked, walls to floor I am sealed inside With nowhere to hide Yet this door’s lock (To my utter shock) Is locked from within And the key hangs cold on my skin The key ‘round my neck hangs As metal cups rhythmically bangs The musical score To dead man walking Yet it is I who are walking, yes me Walking from captivity to free As all this time it was me It was I, who held the key

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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