Break the sunrise
Over the dead rain
Close the gates to
My own heaven
Shine the silence
Into my blind eyes
Cover the darkness
Mourn the fallen bodies
Raise the lighter
I can’t see you
Your face is bleeding
On my pillow
Voices echo thoughts are fading
In the rhythm of the other slaves end
Just a few more days
Just a few more weeks
Just a few more months
Just a few more years
Just until I die
I have no other choice
I have to make a change
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