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(Unfinished and unpolished)

Living a life near slavery
In a land with a war-torn past
The turmoil was insurmountable
Not much longer could she last

She made her way out of the country
She'd live another day
On past the first of May

She would live nearly free
Free from this misery

Revolution; all life would improve
So she thought, but she was wrong
There wasn't much that she could do
All she had was her song

But she wasn't close to being there
She did not know where,
But she did not care

Crossing the deep blue sea
Her opportunity
Oh . . . 

Escaping from time and space
What would be her place?
Oh . . .

Ten days she went without food
Not acknowledging defeat
Desperate, she sold her body
Her way of making ends meet

Not thinking about the past
Just hoping she would last
To see another day
On past the first of May

She would live nearly free
Free from this misery

Finally one day
Near the end of May
She set foot
On this soil

Escaped from that backwards place
But what would be her place?
Oh . . .

Oh . . .