Every time she looked out of the window
She could only see the clouds sailing by
No one could listen to what she wanted to say
No one looked at her till she began to die
The days came and went and nothing happened ever
Until the walls came down and it was for all to bear
There stood the frame
Which once was human
Now it's just flesh and skin
In decay it is redeemed
She lifted herself only to fall again
She has no hope left she has nothing to gain
No one can listen to what she says
Everything comes as a silent scream
The hours pass like ever before
Until she falls down for one last time
There stands the frame
Dead and torn in pain
It stinks of a life gone by
In decay it is redeemed
She sees the story getting old and dear
She pleads for death but it refuses to come near
In pain she stands as her deeds deride
The past comes over and in it she has to bide
Look anywhere the sight of flesh is so clear
The lyric of death plays the song of a jeer
There falls the frame
Never to rise again
No one comes to claim
As in decay she is redeemed.
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