The Key
Chained up to a wall
Nowhere to run, no one to call
So alone in this dark dismal place
Yopu can barely recognize my battered face
Arms cuffed so tight
No room to move my legs
Prisoner of what's right
My body smacked with eggs
Lessons must be learned
or else I'll get burned
My body aches with such great pain
Healing whip scars look like popping veins
My heart feels warmth, comfort and security
But my mind hears chains rattling infinetly
I realize for a second or maybe two
My dream of freedom will come true
My heart, mind, body and soul will perspire
A rampage of my passionate desires
Life will be complete and hopefully fulfilled
Breaking these chains that hold me so still
I have found the angelic spirit to set me free
My one true love, the other half, my freedom, my dream,
It's me
The Key
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