Shackles promise freedom But the laughs of clattering chains Are pulled back by inner demons I allow them to remain
Links from past to present I’m unable to let go I try so hard to forget But it’s out of my control
So I cry to know I’m living And I scream to know I’m here The pieces are not fitting. Do you hear me? I cannot help but wonder If freedom is near
The world crumbles around me But I’m chained to the wall Too attached to what could be My demons hate me all and all
Suffocating in my past I’m trying to break free The world is stable in contrast To what’s inside of me
So I cry to know I’m living And I scream to know I’m here The pieces are not fitting Do you hear me? I cannot help but hope That my freedom is near
We cry to know we’re living And we scream to know we’re here The pieces are now fitting Do you hear me? **We cannot help but know That freedom is here.