Freedom

Life seems strange, it's ups and downs,
Try to forget, move to different places, towns

Hoping one day the past will be gone
But it's too late, the damage is done.

Run away run away, close the door
To your heart that's felt oh, so sore

For all those years of hurt and pain
You must find the strength, somehow gain

The knowledge that you will be alright
To be able to sleep undisturbed through the night

To know you were innocent, but innocence was lost,
Trapped in a dark web, wishing freedom at any cost.

Tell me do you feel free now?

Well, my pretty, take a bow,
For you've survived more than most
Can you forget? Kill the ghost?

Be what you can, live to the full; enjoy
For now you are yours and no longer his toy.

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