Steep hill Heavy breath Lungs full of smoke Cold ground beneath Sweat turns to tears Unfamiliar feeling The body once was empty Happiness replaces fears Dying body Dying soul Cold-blood enemies Behind the door Wrong hands catching The desperate mind She's not running She's rising She's proud No more oblivion No more shame The chains untied The screams from the mirror Whispering last words of hate No more nights on the cold dirty floor No more punishments No, no more Silent room Open door Tragic freedom Empty shore Remarkable people They touching the soul Not pretending Demanding She's whole No more oblivion. The little lady in black Bought a new white dress Floating with the current Peaceful Found her place.
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