This Midnight Sun

Chains, how I hate their sound. Day in and day out, they clink, they keep me bound. Lies, that's what put me here. They said it was better in this place, to be my own person, 'Who needs grace?' Darkness, the absence of light. Who knows how long I've been here? It's always night... What is that? That sound... A song in this black. It's beauty is indescribable, nothing does it lack. My eyes! I'm blind, the brightness envelops me. It's been so long, how can I remember the last time I could see? He speaks like thunder, this Midnight Sun. 'Get up, child' He says, 'Your battle's already been won.'