The moon light casting shadows of the unforgettable past,
The twinkling stars reminiscing of the memories they cast.
Chained in shackles, lifeless and silently still,
Imprisoned and motionless no more hurt left to feel.
Locked in a fearful plight confined to this chair of steel
Cold and shining, the feet replaced by the wheel.
Yearning to be free like the swallows in the sky,
Soaring high through the skies as they mightily fly.
No more hurt or tears, all that is left is pain,
To suffer life like a prisoner shackled with a ball and chain.