Freedom

I can hear you rattling your chains

Looking for a way out

A weakness in the metal

And the freedom that you crave

In the deepest part of your soul

The Shackles burn I know

The floor is damp

And the air has lost all oxygen

That your lungs crave

You stretch your toes to try and catch

The single ray of sunshine 

That illuminates the room

For but a minute everyday

The steel bars cast long dark shadows

On the mossy concrete floor

Your shoulders ache from holding your weight

And your toes are bleeding

From the teeth of the rats

No telling how

This will all work out 

So you spend every moment

In endless night

Hoping

Praying 

That death will take you into it's cold embrace