Break The Chains

I held onto the shackles too long
The cold metal pressed into my palms
All I wanted was for it to be gone
But I was reluctant to drop my arms

Only I was holding me back
Holding the chains as if I was trapped
Nothing preventing me from being free
Clinging to them as if they were part of me

Over my shoulder I travel back
Following the links that lead to my past
Pulling me back to where I began
Reliving each sodding pain

Pleasure in the pain of each rusted clink
Torturing myself with the way I think
Let go! Be free! I hear my screams
Still I cling to hard cold chains

Feeling brave I loosen my grip
Feel the coolness pass my finger tips
Stepping forward into the future
Promising now to move on stronger