A lonely pebble falls;
The River rafted wails;
Inside my prison walls;
Are many a torrid tale.
The life that ebbs beneath me;
The heart that aches within;
The bands wrap tighter and tighter;
Causing my life to spin.
No purpose left to keep the soul;
Bound to Earthly things;
The lasting silence takes it’s toll;
Silent cries, no wings.
Bound for glory some will say;
Hell not Heaven are past.
Deep within the heartache lays;
A death sleep now been cast.

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