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She's crying out, screaming for help
But nobody hears her because
She doesn't make a sound
Except that in her heart and head
No one knows her struggle
To wake up ech morning
And breathe the stale air,
To put on that fake smile
Running 500 miles an hour
Not wanting to face the pain
The tears stain her face
She can never escape the hell of her heart
Held out as lond as she could
Sunk so low, there's no light
And she's too ashamed to ask for
Help from the only one who can
Will her pain ever go away,
Or will she curse every rising sun
Will she realize all all she has to do
Is reach up with open hands and say
"Father, I'm here, hold me, forgive me"
Or will it be too late...
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