There’re shackles on my feet,
Shackles on my hands
I’ve put shackles on myself
Like everyone on this land
Some were placed
Some I put
There’re shackles everywhere I look
Most are on the mind
Invisible to the eye
Shackles as large as rocks
To some as small as a rye
There’re shackles on my feet,
Shackles on my hands
I’ve put shackles on myself
Like everyone on this land
Though my eye looks to the sky
And my soul wishes to fly
There is a cage that I have made
Full of chains where I lie
There is ambition in my heart
A fight I wish to fight
But the weight of these chains
Have drained me of the light
There’re shackles on my feet,
Shackles on my hands
I’ve put shackles on myself
Like everyone on this land
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Poems... I guess
PoesíaA collection of what can be counted as poems, that are written by me.
