She ran for miles
Hopeing Pleading still in denyal
She has but one deam
and that is to be free
To breath clean air
and to no longer need "He"
"He" was in control
and "He" was cold as a stone
"He" tortured and beat
till she ran on her bare feet
Across the cold sidewalks
and people who stare
as hey wonder
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