from this dark place, we shall witness;
the droughts and storms from human weakness;
bricks to needles, the well dries up;
our cries and pleas unheard above.
from this bad place, we shall suffer;
life our hope and death our lover;
too soon now the moon comes up;
the sun can no longer rise above.
from this sad place, all souls gather;
to be held again by warmth of Mother;
all grace and mercy indispensable;
For this prison we're held unfathomable.
— Anastacia
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