Chains of the Past

Chains of the Past
Chains of the past, dragging me down,Twisting the night with their cold,
dark sound.But I’ll rise, I’ll burn,
I’ll make them break,And turn the pain to the light I’ll take.

Every link is a wound laid bare,Every scar is a truth I bear.But in my heart,
the fire burns deep,A light that climbs where shadows creep.

In the echoes, the chains still hum,A distant tune of
where I’ve come.But their hold is lost,
their power dies,As I walk to where the future lies.