Chained

 

Chained and broken, my spirit smolders;
Fettered heart begins to rust.
Faith is faint as hopes grow colder -
Feast upon my diet of dust.
Ages coming and ages going,
Sands of time now slip away.
Rivers running, still they're flowing
From dawn to dusk to dark to day.
Still shackled in the midst of war,
I watch the blood-soaked sun sink west.
Layers stripped back expose my core,
Heart sinking heavy in my chest.
I heard the call of lark at dawn
As she bore her song into the sky,
But sunlight's rays are forever gone -
With not enough hope to even cry.
This is my prison, this is my bane,
This is the path laid before me:
Freezing heart and secret pain -
Chained and broken, I cannot break free.