Breaking Free

They pulled me along by a sleight of hand

Holding me up when I couldn’t stand

But what am I to do when the torture ends

When I break the chains and I’m free again?

I wandered the earth like a weeping ghost

Hovered at the edge, afraid to get to close

Along you came like a frosted rose

Making me feel like I could breathe, at most

My heart was a grave for the world to see

You thought a saving grace was enough to change me

What I thought always was never had been

Even when the chains were gone, I was never really free.

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