| She came calling One early morning She showed her crown of thorns She whispered softly To tell a story About how she had been wronged As she lay lifeless He stole her innocence And this is how she carried on Well I guess she closed her eyes And just imagined everything s alright But she could not hide her tears Cause they were sent to wash away those years They were sent to wash away those years My anger s violent But still I m silent When tragedy strikes at home I know this decadence Is shared by millions Remember you re not alone For we have crossed many oceans And we labor in between In life there are many quotients And I hope I find the mean |
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