She never said a word
She never cursed a heart
She never shared the woe
With anyone at all
She learnt to turn around
She slept the sleepless night
She never had the nerve to live another fight
She died every morning
She lived every night
She worked her wages up
Just to fill the void inside
For I think she never sinned
She never cursed or killed
Yet every time at shrine
She paid a heavy price
She confessed the pain she endured
She confessed the path she chose
She confessed every night she suffered
For death didn’t come any more
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