Chains of My Soul
Free, free me from my chains.
The cold grasp upon my wrists,
The weight bearing upon my ankles,
The pain I feel, unable to move forward.
I hope for the key to turn my door,
I look through my jail cell, everyday.
I see my body free, without care,
I know my mind is barred. Beyond the light.
The world beyond this cell,
So beautiful, and so bright.
I see mirrors in my hands,
Burning for freedom, for freedom.
Free, free me from my chains,
The cold grasp upon my wrists,
The weight bearing upon my ankles,
The pain I feel, unable to move forward.
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