Chains bind me, words smother me.
I stand in the darkness and wonder if I’ll ever be free.
A beacon is beaming from afar,
Like a blade of light, it pierces my soul and leaves a scar.
An aching wound, sullenly refusing to heal.
I test the links of the chain, and prepare for an ordeal.
Perhaps we are brothers under the sun,
Maybe we’ll fly free after this is done.
Hope bears us aloft on shining wings,
But hope can sometimes eclipse the smaller things.
Wherever I shall wander, there’s one thing I know:
Your voice brings me warmth, through good times and low.
I stand in the darkness and wonder if I’ll ever be free.
A beacon is beaming from afar,
Like a blade of light, it pierces my soul and leaves a scar.
An aching wound, sullenly refusing to heal.
I test the links of the chain, and prepare for an ordeal.
Perhaps we are brothers under the sun,
Maybe we’ll fly free after this is done.
Hope bears us aloft on shining wings,
But hope can sometimes eclipse the smaller things.
Wherever I shall wander, there’s one thing I know:
Your voice brings me warmth, through good times and low.
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