Blackened hands
She screams at the silence
And stifles the words
Raising up
Crimson hands
She flee's from the agony
And stifles the words
Raising up
Blue bruised hands
She shouts into her head
And finally lets out the words
Raising up
White hands of newfound purity
She feels at peace
And continues the conversation
That has patiently waited
That has patiently waited
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