The Chains

I feel the chains, they've weighed me down. Where they've sat on my skin, I can feel them scrape my flesh away. I've tried to carry the chains by myself. It has always been my way, but I can't even walk, can't move my feet from this place. I feel a set of hands; they wrap around these chains. The weight is slowly going away. What savior is pulling the heaviness away? The sores are being healed, and I can feel my feet begin to move. I turn to see my savior's face. There he is. Not too special to the eyes. And I see his back bent, my chains 'round his neck. I find that he is carrying more than just mine, there is a following of souls miles and miles, and I finally recognize the face, this savior of mine.