Shackled
Shackled down lowSpreading my soul
Wastimg away each day
Wanting to hide away
Reaching for solace
Ending result is me
Who can save a soul
so full of clutter
Giving faith a chance
I will forever glance
at the willful flower
upon earths grace
Appealing for a chance
to appeal my case
Give life a fighting chance
Shackled down low
Is far and in between
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