In a place of darkness,
A place meant for criminals.
A place of torment,
A place without a view,
Where people go insane.
In the midst of pain and suffering,
Freed from the prisons of strife,
Shook the shackles from their lives.
Additionally, opened the doors to freedom
Here we are, in a place of darkness.
A place meant for criminals.
A place of torment,
A place without a view,
Where people go insane.
Living in our own pains,
Let us lift up our praises to God.
Until our prisons begin to shake.
The chains that hold us fall to the ground.
In the midst of pain and suffering,
Freed from our strife,
The shackles shaken from our lives.
Opening the doors to spiritual freedom.
Look, at where we stand.
No longer in bondage.
However, living in freedom,
That sound we hear behind us..
It is the sound of broken chains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem