Freedom..
Just beyond my fingers reach,
freedom from this path
of misery I wish to breach.
No more of this wrath.
Chains..
They bind me, empty me of hope,
filling me with anger, fear, and grief,
making it hard to cope.
There's only disbelief.
Struggling..
To continue living this life,
but I know I must make it through,
cause it'll be worth all the strife.
And in the end you'll be there, too.
Hope..
Believing in the light,
that these chains will come undone,
and in the end we'll all delight.
The battle will be won.








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