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Almost broken down I was
so lost, so little left of me,
bound in chains of servitude
so lost, and unable to see.

Tyrant's setting up my time
and taking all I ever knew,
erasing all of my belief's
replacing them with something new.

Not knowing either up or down
but feeling so tired and sore,
will I just take the sentencing
or dare I strive for something more.

My spirit crying out for peace
for freedom, my soul begs and pleads,
to not be beat, nor overcome
to be fulfilled of all it's needs.

My flame burns bright, resilient
i'll strive, and facing off my death,
I will survive imprisonment
these chains not to leave me bereft.

Though some may try to leave my spirit
brought down low, and to despair,
my spirit will indeed prevail
unbeatable, and always there.

In that moment, tyranny fails
before the face of spirits joy,
relinquishing the bonds that hold
in failure, all their evil ploys.

I step forward, spirit renewed
and filled beyond the evil reach,
stronger, better for my trials
lessons great the trials teach.

Never again to feel the bonds
of tyranny that binds my hand's,
master of my own spirit
free to choose where I will stand.