A Life Sentence

Dear freedom, your sweet innocent voice seems Now like a distant echo, lost in the wind. Hopes lost in a set of broken dreams, With heavy chains, to your heart of stone pinned. Day by day, night by night, without an end in sight, Tortured by the ravaging beak of time, flying With wings of solit'de, displaying its might, And hatred-filled eyes, watching me dying. These chains around my heart like a vicious snake Poisoning my soul with darkness and despair. A dreadful nightmare from which I will wake And look into destiny's most wicked glare. I stand under shadows cast by heaven's light, And into sleep I fade, witho't a fight.