| A mother’s love, close enough to touch
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| A false front was all it was
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| A passion so fake, controlled by the plague
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| On the darkest of days, a daughter was sold away
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| A worn heart numb to the pain
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| The hopeless tears fall from her face
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| Forgotten soul born in a grave
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| Fifteen years locked in a cage
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| Our daughters are too scared to stop them
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| Our sons, what have we taught them?
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| Have we really strayed this far from love?
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| Her body enslaved, innocent and underage
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| She hopes and she prays for someone to take her away
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| Holding her breath, waiting to drown
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| She’s in over her head
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| The world is spinning while she is missing from it
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| A worn heart numb to the pain
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| The hopeless tears fall from her face
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| Forgotten soul born in a grave
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| Fifteen years locked in a cage
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| Our daughters are too scared to stop them
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| Our sons, what have we taught them?
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| Have we really strayed this far from love?
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| No one to even say goodbye
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| She sees no value in her life
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| This is not the rise and the fall of the tide
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| A pain in the chest and two watering eyes
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| Have we really strayed this far from love? |