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I chop at these bloody chains
That hold me against the ground
Keeping me from flying with the eagles because these chains will never break
Every time I chop at them they seem to get a little tighter around me
Trying hold me here where I never can feel the wind under my wings
Every time I try to fly it seem to pull me closer and closer toward the ground
So I decided to drive towards the ground as fast I can
The chains seem to slowly let me go as I get closer and closer to the ground
I almost hit the ground as I slip out of the chains that hold me there
But I never touch the ground
I`m finally free of those chains
Soon I`m flying high into the air but I still remember those chains holding me there
As to remind me of the pain I when though for my freedom