Sympathize for his soul
Cry for her withered hand that guides her life
Weep for the terror that lurks behind her hearts mind.
Sympathize for his soul and reach out for his broken dream
Dream for his broken soul,
Open the door to their troubles
Pound on the glass door that separates them,
Thin glass stained with blood, from their dripping hands
Look at their hands and stare at the shackles that glint with misfortune
They are chains the chains are there because they are trapped
Trapped in the Chains of struggle.
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