• Chained to your foot like a dead weight,
    Pulling your soul down to the gates.

    It whispers, pleas and begs for freedom,
    Yet it's still there, heavy and leaden.

    It's gold glow is tarnished,
    The once fine luster has been demolished.

    The essence of two souls, once sung in harmony,
    Now fall apart in a mournful ecstasy.

    Now take the bright little key still grasped in your hand,
    And release the broken heart from Fate's theiving task.