Trapped Adaptations
They say heaven is glories, its streets paved in gold,
No shed of blood, no shackles holding you down, you are free, you are true and pure,
But I am trapped here on earth, trapped were heaven and hell collide,
Trapped in shackles without a key, I survive only because of my friends,
They are but a part of me, they are my wings, they are but my angels from god,
They help ease they pain brought upon by these shackles, they help me to adapt,
They keep my eyes open, and they keep my heart a beating,
By themselves they free me from these shackles from hell,
Free me from the pressure, they freed the beast from within, so that I can fly with them,
Together we work, our wings spread wide, our eyes open wide,
Hell tries its best to disrupt us, to turn us against ourselves,
The darkness is only present so that those that teach can make others shine,
Shine as a beckon of hope and sign of freedom,
Those trapped we help to try and adapt, spreading our wings so others can fly,
Many bombs, and much blood it will take,
Colors change, and bonds grow tighter,
Sadness is always present,
But that is why we have wings, that is why we each have a voice,
Shall one start going down, we never let them fall to far,
We try to never hit rock bottom,
We shine bright, we shine as the kings and queens,
We shine as the stars, guiding others, giving them hope,
Giving them a chance, a chance that they were never given, trapped, but moving,
A chance that we fought for and won,
We are the ones that opened the gates to heaven, and closed the gates to hell,
Together we are harder to defeat, together we did this, together we made it through,
Trapped here on earth,
We never made it to heaven,
But we destroyed the highway to hell,
We were trapped, but we adapted, together is what matters the most,
Together we made it, together we will fly,
Trapped but free, and adapting ever still.