Chains
And in my own despair
I could help but wonder if you cared
That in side my soul grows weary of this fight
And chains from the past hold me tight
My monster, my savior
upon wings my heart begs to be eluded from the madness my mind has created
It clouds my vision and covers my heart in false servitudes
And yet I’d rather be held fast by the chains that hold me down than to forget it all
that means so much to the broken hearted
In the madness of the labyrinth of my soul
I will search for that which has been lost
And in doing so hope to find myself, and that which in has become part of me
Copyright © Arianna Pownall | Year Posted 2007
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