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