Locked Up

Oh my, how the fire consumes,
locked away in this little room.
The chains; how they bind-
taken prisoner of my mind.

If only I could once break free,
fear; the brutal warden, over me.
So many things I would express,
if not for these ropes at my chest.
Indeed, I'd venture on many trips,
if this tape were not across my lips.

At night, I lay head against the stone,
and dream sweetly of not being alone.
In these fantasies, I fly with a freedom.
A multitude behind me, I boldly lead them.
We set off to conquer what we can.
Yes, in these dreams, I'm a better man.

Brave and proud, I march towards the setting sun.
Admiration among my men for what I've done.
Slain the giant for all to behold.
Forever and ever is my story told.

Awaken to stinging pain and repression,
warm smile swallowed by cold depression.
Look up to the small window, leaking faint light.
Enraged, I twist and turn with all my might.
These old chains, they begin to creak,
and give way to new found strength.
From the ashes, a phoenix comes,
in my head, I hear the drums.

The warden's warnings, I ignore,
slew him there and took the door.
I opened cells, increasing my number,
inspired the many with a voice of thunder.