The heaviest shackles are in the mind,
You only feel them when you move or run
Man's own personal ball and chain, my bind.
Through time stained windows, a silhouette sun

I brush the dusted glass and let it in,
The light illuminates my long lost tomb.
I see the world pass me by, hope runs thin
And here I stay, shackled, stuck in my room.

And I wait to break free, to have the strength
The longer I rest, the restless i grow
The whole world waiting, freedom at arm's length
I'll never be strong enough,that I know

So I say just wait, let hopelessness grow
Still i tell myself, maybe tomorrow.

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