Journey of the Shackled Hands

Beneath the veil of silence,
The chain of dreams advances.
Hands that share the same pain,
What catastrophe, what a strain.

This line of iron so severe,
Far away from lights, unclear.
A journey upon a weary track,
The tale is shut, no turning back.

The promise of chains will break,
A flame in the sky will awake.
These bound hands will someday sing,
Songs of freedom, winds will bring.