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Sep 2015
These Nights, I Stare Out The Window
Praying
That The High- Picketed Fences
And The Knives Hid In The Kitchen
Could Disappear.
And These Chains Won't Get Off Of Me
I Just Want To Be Set Free.
Break These Chains On Me Now
I Can't Live To Be Captured
Survive And No Rapture
Break These Chains Off Me Now
But, I Promise You
I Will Be Set Free.
Written by
Bridget Bethani Overton  Bowling Green, KY
(Bowling Green, KY)   
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