I carved the years into the walls
In the light cast through the bars
Thinking on crimes my days have gained
Caging me in this house of chains
I felt the might of the wind
Crush the walls that held me in
I felt the warmth of the sun
On my skin and in my blood
I stood there weightless, burden free
In the courts of the Good King
Rest with ease He said to me
At the foot of the good tree

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