Out of the darkness

Out of the darkness,
How can I reach so far?
I find it hard to believe that you think I have a heart,
I wish I could believe you,
That the chains no longer bind me,

I wish I could follow you,
Out into the bright warming sun,
But these chains wont let me go,
No matter how hard you try you can't covince me,
They are there,

The chains are real and I will never leave the darkness.

The End

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