Shackles
Some days I wake up and dream
- Of being free of my shackles
Lost in my former scene
- But you say I have no shackles
It is life’s challenges that plague my mind
- Lost in the past of my glory days
The memories are not always kind
- They all seem like a foggy haze
Gone forever is the dream
- To put behind freedom’s past
All that remains is a shattered gleam
- And so too the dream is dashed
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