Shackled

Shackles and chains
They hold me down,
Like a bird,
My feathers have been clipped
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide.

The brutality of life hits hard,
Bringing me down,
Down to my knees.

Kicking me while I'm down
Let me up, let me heal
My wings and soar
There's dignity somewhere.

Just help me find it,
So I can be on my way
Nothing much is left
Here for a bird
With broken dreams and no wings.