Tears that flow down a river
Those tears that scream to be free
Now left me so hollow inside
Nothing but my cold soul
That lingers in me
Crying for peace
Silently she weeps
Wishing to be free
Tears are easy to let go
But what about my soul?
Will I be a hollow shell?
Will I not feel pain?
Can I do it?
Can She who is me, be free?
Let me try
Let me try to be free
I pick my father's gun and pointed in my heart
As I pulled the trigger
I think about my mom
Bye, my mother
Pain was shooting from my heart
And I watched my soul take fly
Bye, my soul
Bye, for me
Tears of sorrow ...
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