Chains Of Slavery

You hold me with your chains ,
Your chains are heavy they lock my brain ,
You and your invisible chains ,
But I alone determine my destiny ,
My destiny belongs to me ,
So don’t try to hold me to thee,
Lock me in a dungeon if you please ,
Even then you will see I’m forever free,
For my mind is liberated from corruption and
misguided interpretations ,
That you enforce on me .
Your chains are heavy but they hold steady you see ,
I hold my destiny ,
I alone determine me .
Bet you wont forget me for I’m like the wind you keep chasing but
will never grasp .
Your chains are heavy mental slavery,
But they don’t hold me ,
For I alone determine my destiny ,
My destiny belongs to me .

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