A beautiful soul, drifting silently away
Her voice oppressed, forcefully by fear
Those left behind, envying those now gone
Only some left, still have Hope
Only some left, still have Faith
But their voices, drowned out
Made mute by the silent hand of her enemy
Not allowing Hope, not allowing Faith
In the end, who would live?
In the end, who would die?
Who would help her?
This beautiful soul, drifting silently away
Silently away, into the night
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