His feet are bound in chains,
yet he walks with freedom.
His hands, tied behind his back,
can still feel the love that left him.
His lips, dry and cracked,
Have been kissed by an angel.
His eyes, covered by a shadow,
still see through our shallow lies.
yet he walks with freedom.
His hands, tied behind his back,
can still feel the love that left him.
His lips, dry and cracked,
Have been kissed by an angel.
His eyes, covered by a shadow,
still see through our shallow lies.
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