Born into the clutches of a relentless state, that needs yet nurtures not, a life
that never betrayed. Wanting so to please the hand that pierced the flesh of a
son, who took up willingly a shape of hope, and in return his trials were not condoned.
Chorus
Scarring lashes wound so deep
And giving passage to tortured sleep
Nesting where our roots must grow
And leaving our blood in the vast unknown
Staring up at the one who punished for a cause that held no weight, a sentence cast
down to shun a helpless face. Amused by your senseless acts for relief, and yet was
willing to give all that I have for the sake of what’s still yet to come, but never will.
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