“Bound,” a word I fear when all thing's near,
my past, myself I choose to hide.
But of bound, my fear drawing near;
my world I denied.
Is there no hope? My life is bound,
my life's profound still I hide.
I long for freedom I cannot grasp.
I long for hope, none-the-less.
To have you understand,
now while I clasp my truth I dare not speak.
Why can't I love with shadows covering?
Just for once a feeling of free;
my path before me broken.
My arms, my legs both strapped to a
pedestal whom I called life;
my eyes blinded by much strife.
My tongue cuts out before me so I may see,
there's no hope for me yet; but I regret it all.