Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Chains of a Slave

In chains from the beginning
A slave has no shame for his birth
Yet he has to account
For this curse
The chains keep me from flying
Breathing and growing
Yet I have learned
I can become master
Of the sky
By how I determine
The fashion in which
My dying
And how I live
By my choice
To lose the chains
Or embrace
Them around my body
For now and ever more
I can stay upon the earth
Safe and never tested
Or I can loose these chains
From my feet, and wings
And soar
And lose sight of the ground
It is my choice
My will
For the one
I call my King