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.