The souls of free men

This world is a prison I swear.
Just let me scrape the walls for once.
All this time I have been scraped.
It's time I did some due.
But forgiveness prevails!  And I once again sit lost.
A worker of hope in a hopeless world.
I truly feel alien, stranger, awake in a land that doesn't wish to live.
All who dwell here wander the endless pleasures and flit away their lives.
Nothing comes of it.
But I!
I dream of some changed fate else I join them in the dirt and despair.
A dreamer;
One who has every cloud in the sky cast into a machine of hope.
And those ever old gears whirr into life.
Life... at last a glass of smooth water.
Clear as the soul of a saint.
The world killed those saints who turned the crank.
The ones who gave water to the the thirsty.
And all fell quiet.
Until from the darkened gates a soul was freed,
Walking until the clouds drew in again
And the skies returned golden hope.
I fill my glass once again.

Do we wish the hearts next to you, around you; dead?
Why then, do you burn the skies?
Why do you lock them away?
Why do you change the signs on the paths?

I walked for a while on the paths in this infernal hell.
This dreaded earth,
This cursed globe some call home.
Listen!
If you have ears.
This life is null.
This world is empty and dyeing.
You will find nothing but vain anguish around these bars.
All you have is nothing.
Let this life go, and live for hope.
Live for your kind creator.
He is kind enough to give you hope.
The skies are full!
What more evidence do you need?
The chains you have are not given to you.
They are chosen.
This world is full of captives I swear.
God help me love them till the end.