Molten Chains
Life and love are prisons,
A prison were the chains and shackles hold you down,
No ones key matches my key hole,
I’ve asked a million guards without success,
My life waiting for a key with someone to help,
To help me become free,
But I still drag my shackles and chains,
Missing chances and loosing once loved things,
These chains and shackles are getting hotter,
The hotter they are the worse they burn,
Burns that scare me to hell as I loose hope,
Hope that now sells my faith,
With out love these chains will melt away,
And my faith descends into the flames,
Flames that can control me unless,
Unless love and a key can set me free,
Set me free from hellish chains of fire.