I use to be free, but these chains hold me down.

I use to smile, but these chains cause me to frown.

I use to laugh, but these chains cause me pain.

I use to dance, but these chains make me lame.

I use to sing, but these chains make me mute.

I use to play, but these chains make it hard to move.

I use to feel light, but these chains are made of lead.

I use to live, but these chains made me dead.

I use to fight, but these chains have made me numb.

I use to want to live, but now; I’m ready to succumb.

I use to be cheerful, lively, happy.

But these chains will be the death of me.