They would lock her down
In some dark dungeon
But her mind would imagine
Flowers and bright days
They would chain her up
So she could hardly move
But her mind would wander
As she'd pray
They would ship her away
To some far away land
But her mind would
Somehow manage to stay
They would mess with her head
With all they had
But her memories would
Keep her sane.
Caged her body and cornered her soul
On her mind, they had no control
Vengeance, conniption did them no good
Still, calm and composed she stood
That mind of hers they couldn't slay
Her mind made them give away.
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~Nida
