and I still have his chains about my neck, as you can see
he never let me know where I could hope to find the key
to break these chains that keep his hate imprisoned inside me
so freedom came and there I was all chained about my skin
try as I might, to wrest and fight, to overcome and win
I hope a day brings quiet here to
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