My life as a slave
Is like living in a cave
No freedom no rights
As if someone turned out the lights
Throughout the day I'm a slave
Throughout the night my mind a maze
You'd be surprised
What I see through these eyes
So blurry so bright
I shake with fright
My life as a slave is like living in a cave
And I ask you now in the darkness of the night
Will you be my light?


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