Unchained
There once was a time
And a place
With a different name
And a different face
Bound by the shackles
And Kept out of sight
The fire it crackles
At the dawn of first light
Remnants of love
Shattered about
They fit like a glove
This, there is no doubt
Left for the wanderer
Who must have a key
Not wanting to squander
What only the wounded can see
Take a piece if you must
To heal your wounds
And rebuild your trust
For this is the beginning
Of a new day and life
Your path is no longer thinning
The end, of misery and strife.
Strong as the ox
And faithful as the bow
A paradox
We all should know
The fire it crackles
And burns out of sight
You're free from your shackles
As day turns to night.
A key to give
From he who once lost his soul
There is more life to live
After love has taken its toll
Copyright © Studio Ispirato | Year Posted 2016
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