The body is not my own
This I know to be true
My soul had surely grown
In the stranglehold of you.
Shall I open my arms and welcome all
And care not the hell it brings
May I close my eyes and just fall
Do I remember how to sing?
What is worth holding
What is worth saving
When the flowers cease growing
And the slaves keep slaving?
Strewn about those dreary doubts
Knees dropped to the floor
Imprisoned there day in, day out
Behind a closed locked door
All the while the will kept leaving
I felt the angels crying
Followed by years of grieving
The hopes of peace kept dying.
Oh Death had set me free
Returned me to the stars
Spirited me away from there
Took me far, so very far!
Ended the suffocation of soul
The deprivation of breath
Liberated from scenes of turmoil
I awaited salvation
Of death.

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