These shackles,
They bind.
These shackles,
Never let go.
These shackles,
I wear because,
I am slave to myself.
Each link forged in a fire,
The metal made of raw emotion.
Fear,
Loneliness,
Sadness.
My eyes cry.
My heart yearns.
It aches for tender love.
These shackles,
They bind.
These shackles,
They weigh me down.
Down so low,
I can't get back up.
As I lie down,
And give up everything,
These shackles crush me.
The dark sky above,
Looms over me.
Tears fall from heaven's eyes,
And mine also.
Maybe I yearn for death,
A new release form these shackles.
These shackles,
They bind.
These shackles,
Are mine.
I look to the darkened sky,
To find a light,
Faint to my eyes.
How I wish I could see,
The falling leaves of autumn.
I close my eyes and try to imagine,
What it was like,
To have that warmth again.
Loneliness fills me.
Quietness falls over me.
Growing still.
These shackles,
They bind.
Oh, how I'd like,
To be set free.
Once.
My heart still yearns,
Still yearns for love,
Or maybe death.
Just a release from,
These shackles.
Freedom is never free.
There is no escape form,
These shackles.
We all wear them.
We all bear them.
