**Shackled by Freedom**

**Shackled by Freedom** In the shadow of titans, I roam in the night, With a voice like a thunderstorm, charged with defiance, "I wield my dominion," you cry to the light, But chains forged of choices live in your silence. Through a labyrinth of whispers, temptations arise, The sirens of freedom chant, “Dive into vice!” Yet the thorns of excess prick deeper than lies, With the specter of wisdom, I shatter the ice. **Chorus:** I have the right to dance on the edge of despair, To sip from the chalice, steeped thick with despair, But your freedom's a curse when you're lost in the snare, Not everything's sweet—can you taste the air? Beneath the tempest of longing, I seek the real, In the fires of conflict, compassion revealing. A phoenix ascends from the ashes we feel, Each heartbeat a battle, my spirit concealing. The serpent of lust coils tight around fate, Entwined in its venom, the shadows abound. Yet my soul is a fortress; it will not abate, For the march of the night spins the echoes around. **Chorus:** I have the right to dance on the edge of despair, To sip from the chalice, steeped thick with despair, But your freedom's a curse when you're lost in the snare, Not everything's sweet—can you taste the air? In the myths of the ancients, our choices collide, With angels and demons, in battles we bide. So rise with the thunder, let purpose be wide, In the void of this freedom, let wisdom be our guide.