Chained by truth,
Chained by tears,
Chained by dreams, and
Chained by fears.
Coward to self,
Victor to all,
Fears naught but one:
Which is Death's call.
Annoyance is plenty,
A straight face is kept.
Tears of joy,
Have never been wept.
Bane is joy,
Boon is sorrow.
Was there still hope,
To be a morrow?
Never change,
Never bother.
To show weakness
To another.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Chained by truth,
Chained by tears,
Chained by dreams, and
Chained by fears.
Coward to self,
Victor to all,
Fears naught but one:
Which is Death's call.
Annoyance is plenty,
A straight face is kept.
Tears of joy,
Have never been wept.
Bane is joy,
Boon is sorrow.
Was there still hope,
To be a morrow?
Never change,
Never bother.
To show weakness
To another.
