It can tell you a secret sneakily
Without it talking you will hear it
Without it moving, it makes a beat
The author delivers you one
It is a truth about a lottery won
A truth that can fatally hurt
It can trap people with its rebirth
No one really wants to hear it
But there it screams clear and vivid
It requires the attention of the asleep
It will add to the secrets that you keep
The voice of the woman cries
As her existence surely, slowly dies
She tries to escape the devil's hands
But it won't hearken to her demands
The woman has lived and existed anew
Leaving the present without the past's clue
But suddenly the fear she kept woke
And now it is ready to remove its cloak
The woman's daughter is atonement
From the things that keep her torment
The child teaches the way out
And the woman answers a gentle shout
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