Locked

Locked in a dungeon I am,
closed from the world by heavy chains.
I try to run, to be free,
hear the wind, see the sea.

The key bearer laughs at me,
here engulfed in chains.
Says I'll never be free,
for my soul he restrains.

Scorching steel rips my arms as I struggle
dark red blood running from my veins.
And here I stand alone,
locked from the world by heavy chains.

The bearer waves his goldens keys,
a way to freedom, at last .
And I scream in rage and hate
locked by the heavy chains of Past.

He laughs at me, it's me he disdains,
indifference all his face contains.
He leaves me behind and locks the door,
locked to its very core.

My helpless cry fills the dead air,
forever alone, in this dark wizard's lair