The Broken Chains of Fennesz

[EtH]

Minutes bled into hours until days had passed
Since I suddenly slipped from enslavement's grasp
The markings of shackles disappear from my vision
Their crimson tint fades with my reason for living
Freedom... the idle wish of a dreaming captive
We wonder if one day we'd even have it
I never figured I'd ever have to think to plan it
Never thought of the gameplan if my wish was granted
Can you return to water a freed ship from a bottle?
Now eating in soup kitchens and sleeping in hostels
Where fleas and disease sleep under the sheets
Such a colourless contrast for something that's free
Plates suffocated in slop, the most dreary of meals
Next to fresh food consumed with Valyrian steel
But still I'd survive the slip in the standard I've lived
Had I regained my chance to interact with the kids
I get teary eyed when reminiscing upon what I leave behind
I would teach their eager minds to read and write
Their eyes viewed my presence as a fountain of wisdom
Not an ex-slave that's been reduced down to a victim
Their books wrapped in silk and each sentence I quote
Surpassing the worth and expense of my robes
Their value however... is much greater than that
When they acknowledge my knowledge I gain a way and a path
I feel more like an equal when I focus on the lessons
And yet with no goods to my name, I'm still holding some possessions
But now? Nothing, it's all been taken apart
My cabinets as empty as the space in my heart
Despite being owned and whipped like someone's mutt
I had the love that comes with unencumbered trust
A hound's mission and goal is most certainly service
Yet as man's best friend it is serving it's purpose
So if freedom is choice then I'll seal my fate
Because freedom for me... is to be a slave