I Will Never Be Free Poem by Don Subba

I know that I will never be free,
As I gaze into destiny's eyes.
Black pits of melancholy
Reflect the truth behind my lies.

My soul is owned
By hope's lost bet.
My mind is loaned
To endless regret.

Yet still I pray
For my heart's last beat,
Longing for the day
I'm seared by hell's heat.

I will never be free
I will never be free
My soul is owned
My mind is loaned

I will never be free
I will never be free
Never be free
Never be free

Black pits of melancholy
Reflect the truth behind my lies.
My soul is owned
By hope's lost bet.

My mind is loaned
To endless regret.
Yet still I pray
For my heart's last beat.

Longing for the day
I'm seared by hell's heat.
I keep my face to the fire
And never pull back my feet.

If this is the sentence,
Then let it fall on me.
If this is the darkness,
Then let it help me see.

Yet still I pray
For my heart's last beat,
Longing for the day
I'm seared by hell's heat.

I will never be free
I will never be free
My soul is owned
My mind is loaned

I will never be free
I will never be free
Never be free
Never be free