Hidden Behind the Darkening Chains

I sit and wait for the freedom I long for
Not your ordinary person I am
For I can see what others cannot
Like the dove that flies to my hand

To pick the chain, it cannot do
For tight is what they are
I am hidden in this awful place
To sit forever like a scar

An awful piece of art I am
So in the dark I must dwell
This turtle dove cannot save me now
I hope you live your life on well

The chains they tighten and darken still
The freedom has never come
So sit I must upon this floor
And listen to the drum

The ever-beating notion of death
That I am chained to hear
So close my eyes and listen thus
I do not have nought to fear

My heart that beats, is a slave on you
Is broken up in pieces
So please just leave me be and by
To die for belief in freedom.

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