And when the stars were too bright
She closed her eyes
For every light has been too bright for her
For every dream seemed impossible
Freedom has been tough
And she was used to captivity
Life has anyway been rough
Was something wrong with craving to be free
The past has been insidious
And she expected the world has much to offer
For now she knows, struggle hasn't ended
She still has the brightness of sun to face
She has to walk, fall and still race!
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