Towards Unshackled Skies

I open my eyes to the chaos of existence
I shelter my head from the raining pebbles
of unheeded warnings tumbling into oblivion

The cult of hopefuls keeps on dreaming
And the golden days we dream of
Have they ever existed?
Or will they ever come to pass?

The abyss is silent
The answer within us all
Hidden in the cold grasp of those moments
Where we decided to close our eyes
And rebelled against becoming better people

The chosen few are left with nothing but faith
They must begin their quest, their journey
Towards unshackled skies



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Zamori
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