Chains

Chained against the wall
Waiting for freedom to call
To feel its tender touch against my skin
Helping me to reach for the win
Words of change being whispered in my ear
Knowing that soon, the end will draw near
'What end?' Do I want to ask
But even this is hard, this task
Will I rest, or continue to fight?
Will it be an end that draws my to the light?
Chains snapping around my soul
Leaving my body to never be whole

~Kyoki