Life held back,
behind a closed door,
the spies of the world,
should not bother anymore.
Angry eyes,
with an angry past,
marches up to the judge's face,
and claims her rights without haste.
Longing in fear,
for a dying race,
we long to see,
her same everyday face.
The only one,
with silent rain she comes,
the only one,
as the storms of life begin to part.
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