Chains of Modernity

Whispers low, in the dead of night Carrying sorrow out of sight Aching souls under lock and key Dreams of freedom longing to be free In the quiet gloom they stand alone Their stories etched in every stone False In chains unseen but felt within It's not their choice Their voices low Fall on ears so cold Silent cries ah Silent cries ah Ghosts of pain in the modern age Hidden scars the world's dim stage Silent wars waged in the mind Battles unseen ties that bind In the whispering night the spirits confess Chains of the past they still oppress Tears like rivers flow unseen In the shadows where they've been A modern shackle on the soul Invisible chains take their toll Whispered hope against the steel A silent strength they start to feel Beneath the city's glare they wear their invisible chains Striving on through the thick air of unseen pains With every heartbeat still pushing through the weight Yearning for a breath where destiny's not bait For the spirits trapped in the silence they fight Ghosts in the machine in perpetual night Ah