I am held back by these chains that bind me.My blood runs slow and thick in my veins.When the day comes that the master decides to sett me free, I will throw these chains down and run free.My blood will run fast and unrestrained through me.I will have no fear.The gray fog that tents my eyes will disappear,and I will see color.Reds as deep as my blood, blues as rich as rich as my viens,and browns as choclate as my eyes.The sun will dance on my skin and the wind will play tricks with my hair.But they are only dreams,and I have the lashes across my bare skin to prove the evils of dreams.Iknow they are unfruitful dreams because the chains I carry have chaffed. Master feels no shame washing another mans blood of his hands.But I will tell my storys to the young-ons so they can try to fulfil them. So until the day I am set free I will let my heart and mind soar where my body can not!