Some days I sigh
And sit back down
Some days I pull at my chains
Until my wrists are raw
I know I could make it
If I could just escape
I know things would change
If I could have time to try
And praying for a key won’t free me
And breaking my prison won’t save me
So I’ll wait
Each day wriggling a little
Against that old rusty hinge
And one day
In a gust of wind or maybe a hurricane,
It will open
My chains will fall
My heart will rise
And I will move forward

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