Set Free
The road is dark; the sky is bleak; her loved ones slain or gone. The rebels steal the wealth they seek, then rape and hurry on. Now all is lost, she has no will, though help lies just beyond the hill. Now all is lost, now all is lost; her baby boy lies cold and still.
The road is dark; the sky is bleak; her husband left them all He ran away, afraid and meek; she saw him trip and fall. They took his head and left him there to rot where not a soul would care. They took his head, they took his head; she saw its empty, icy stare.
The road is dark; the sky is bleak; her journey’s burden great. Her arms grow tired; her body weak. She can no longer wait. She’s going home at last... tonight beyond the brilliant pulsing light, she’s going home. She’s going home, the end of suffering's in sight.
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Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. MM Award Winner 
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