Held captive with the shackles of my tears
Hardening over the years from the emptiness in the world Scared from the helplessness that I am alone However, I keep my heart beating My body from flaking My bones from breaking Hope is the heart to melt my ice prison Love is to change my mind like a television The ice will hold Until a flame can melt me away So I'll wait Wrote by: Thomas Armstrong
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