Something scary is scratching fiercely
at the doors of my heart.
Caught up in a lions grip and there's
no escaping of being ripped apart.

Sometimes the pain within goes back
to the innocent of childhood days.
Caught up in the middle of a storm
that's deadly in many ways.

The chains of darkness only tightens
with sorrow in the middle of night.
Caught up in a broken spirit that's lost
forever without the will to fight.

Tough to see chariots of freedom that's
so unwilling to come to a halt.
Caught up in a sandstorm of skeletons
causing one to remain distraught.