Shackles of Hope
Bound by chains yet daring to dream,
Hope flickers softly, a fragile beam.
Though darkness looms, the heart holds tight,
To whispers of freedom in endless night.
The weight of struggle bends the spine,
Yet still, we see the stars align.
In every tear, a seed is sown,
In every sigh, a strength is grown.
The shackles bite, but they can't erase,
The fire within, the soul’s embrace.
Each link a burden, yet they gleam,
Reflecting light from a distant stream.
Through weary steps and barren lands,
Hope guides us with its unseen hands.
The pain of now, the scars we bear,
Are threads of tomorrow’s answered prayer.
For chains may hold, but not confine,
The spirit that longs for the divine.
What binds the body cannot bind the soul,
For hope’s true freedom makes us whole.
We rise in defiance, we rise in song,
Though paths are jagged, though nights are long.
In every struggle, we find our might,
In every shadow, we claim the light.
The shackles tremble as dreams take flight,
Cracks form beneath the weight of right.
What once enslaved now falls apart,
Defeated by the resilient heart.
So here we stand, though broken, yet strong,
Carrying hope as we journey along.
For in these chains, we’ve learned to see,
Hope's shackles are keys to set us free.
Hope flickers softly, a fragile beam.
Though darkness looms, the heart holds tight,
To whispers of freedom in endless night.
The weight of struggle bends the spine,
Yet still, we see the stars align.
In every tear, a seed is sown,
In every sigh, a strength is grown.
The shackles bite, but they can't erase,
The fire within, the soul’s embrace.
Each link a burden, yet they gleam,
Reflecting light from a distant stream.
Through weary steps and barren lands,
Hope guides us with its unseen hands.
The pain of now, the scars we bear,
Are threads of tomorrow’s answered prayer.
For chains may hold, but not confine,
The spirit that longs for the divine.
What binds the body cannot bind the soul,
For hope’s true freedom makes us whole.
We rise in defiance, we rise in song,
Though paths are jagged, though nights are long.
In every struggle, we find our might,
In every shadow, we claim the light.
The shackles tremble as dreams take flight,
Cracks form beneath the weight of right.
What once enslaved now falls apart,
Defeated by the resilient heart.
So here we stand, though broken, yet strong,
Carrying hope as we journey along.
For in these chains, we’ve learned to see,
Hope's shackles are keys to set us free.
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