Your hands they hurt me day after day,
All I want to do is runaway.
I feel alone, my body is weak,
My lips won’t move, I’m afraid to speak.
Now I cry myself to sleep,
To dream of a place I no longer weep.
A place where all I feel is love,
Wrapped in angel’s wings from up above.
No more bruises, no more tears,
A place I have no more fears!
This place is heaven which I know,
That is the place I want to go!
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