She came calling
One early morning
She showed her crown of thorns
She whispered softly
To tell a story
About how she had been wronged
As she lay lifeless
He stole her innocence
And this is how she carried on
Well I guess she closed her eyes
And just imagined everythings alright
But she could not hide her tears
cause they were sent to wash away those years
They were sent to wash away those years
My angers violent
But still Im silent
When tragedy strikes at home
I know this decadence is shared by millions
Remember youre not alone
For we have crossed many oceans
And we labor in between
In life there are many quotients
And I hope I find the mean