Free of a life of sorrow,
Escaped from the dreadful past,
Moved on to a life of freedom,
Life in liberty at last.
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Imprisonment behind me,
Just positive ahead,
Can't dwell on dreadful memoirs,
I must move on again.
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No curtains drawn;no darkness,
Only light paths ahead,
I turn back upon thy coffin,
That is my past life of dread.
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I lay roses on thy gravestone,
But I do not hang my head,
I'm free of a life of sorrow,
I must move on, again.
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