Break Our Spirit
Searching for a cure
Longing for a way to heal
Even though there is none
For we live in an illusion
That we are all doomed to live a life of hell
The torture we endured adds to nothing yet everything all at once
And all at once we can be set free
The moment we let ourselves be drawn into happiness
To be drawn into the warmth of the light and innocence
The moment we acknowledge that we are not who is to be held to blame
For we were innocent and taken advantage of
For we are the strong that endured hell
We made it through the otherside unscathed
With the scars on our hearts and the memories to remind us
That we are the true survivors
We are warriors who fight back for our innocence
We fight to protect
We fought to live
We fought to survive
Now nothing can break our spirit
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