mystic chains that keep me tight and strait
are now rusty and down my bare feet.
freedom that I start to feel
it's more present in my chest, then in my inert limbs
what have I done?
I'm free to go?
involuntarily, my gaze goes high
questions are directed to the sky
filed with hope, and shy cry
maybe was the truth and open mind
that free me from cage of no hope.