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She came calling

One early morning

She showed her crown of thorns

She whispered softly

To tell her 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 tradegy strikes at home

I know this decadence

Is shared by millions

Remember you're not alone

For we have crossed many oceans

And labored in between

In life there are many quotients

An I hope I find the mean