Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them for a while. I'm poor, don't sue!

Chained

I find a time of quiet reflection,

Kneeling under a broken sky,

I find the time to begin to wonder,

Just when I should have asked you why.

Why my Lord, did you forsake me,

Leave me weeping as alone I cry.

I call for you, my bonded liege-lord,

For if we are parted I will never survive.

The time has come for forgiveness,

But can you and I,

Ever find the happy future,

That we ripped aside.

I don't know and you can't tell me,

But I feel we can only try.

I bow to you,

My lord and master,

Shackled under a broken sky.