In a place of darkness,
A place meant for criminals.
A place of torment,
A place without a view,
Where people go insane.

The place begins to shake.
The chains around their feet,
Fall to the ground.
Then the cell doors opened.

In the midst of pain and suffering,
Freed from the prisons of strife,
The shackles from their lives,
In addition, opened the doors to freedom

Here we are, in a place of darkness.
A place meant for criminals.
A place of torment.
Where people go insane.

Living in our own pains,
Let us lift up our praises to God.
Until our prisons begin to shake.
The chains that hold us fall to the ground.

In the midst of pain and suffering,
Freeing us from our strife.
Shaking the shackles from our lives.
Opening the doors to spiritual freedom.

Look at where we stand.
No longer in bondage,
However, living in freedom,
That sound we hear behind us..

Broken chains.

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