Held down by chains of steel
and armor made of stone.
My heart engraved of sorrow
It's felt deep in my bones.
I grieve when I remember. I cry an endless sea.
The tremors in my hands cant hide, The pain endured in me.

Wallow upon a bed of nails and cover eyes that cry.
Walking on fire everyday, It feels since you have died.

In this hell on earth I live today, my dear since you first left,
The image of your face so ill, I never will forget.

To save you was my mission, my soul I would have gave,
To stand and fight for you to live, how I prayed for you to stay.

But the book of life was written, engraved in that same stone,
That armor I have carried, has withered my poor soul.

I'm still fighting with this armor, I still drag these chains of steel
but what really keeps me going is my lord, with faith he heals.
Thank You Lord!