Taken
There is a killer on the lose
His only purpose, to steal your youth
Innocence you have no longer
Hear the tears belonging to your mother
Now you cry yourself to sleep
Finally you’re aware that your brother is being beat
Life moves on as slow is as can be
You deserve to finish early
Finally your free
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