And she rises up,
from the ashes,
ashes from when she was burnt down by the devil's thoughts.
She rises up,
up into the glory of light,
with a blazing soul and fire in her mind.
she rises up,
she flies high,
high up in the sky like a swallow.
Yes she rose,
She broke down the chains that were holding her down,
she is a warrior,
Fierce like a firestorm,
you could never bring her to the ground...
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
And she rises up,
from the ashes,
ashes from when she was burnt down by the devil's thoughts.
She rises up,
up into the glory of light,
with a blazing soul and fire in her mind.
she rises up,
she flies high,
high up in the sky like a swallow.
Yes she rose,
She broke down the chains that were holding her down,
she is a warrior,
Fierce like a firestorm,
you could never bring her to the ground...
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