Soon Broken Chains Will Fall Poem by Drake Kinkaid

I'm the shovel
We can dig ourself a hole
Just take the things I've made and leave your change in a bowl
I give all possessions and get this in return?
Keep on the petal till the gas is all burned
So when will I learn the way of concern
I'll see around the corner cause there will always be turns
Go with instinct so the hole starts to rise
All this work payed off to meet my surprise
Another treasure in disguise
Break open this box and grow the wings used to fly

Put an effort out of this body
Something will come for the better in return