Stronger then the average Iron Chain.

I look out the window at the wind blowing through the trees.
It whispers my name. . .
What can i say?
I Wish i could be free from this iron chain that keeps my safe from hurt and pain.,
because sometimes thats all we need to learn to live.
When I sleep i dream of the trees, the wind whispering my name.
But through it all what can I say?
When I lie here bound by quite and safety, I wish to be hurt just once, because the more you're hurt, the more you learn, the more you want.
Though the things that bound you are made with love, the only way for it to show is to cut yourself free.