She walks the darkness in her lighted city,
A city of crimson pain,
But yet, so pretty.
Buildings that strive towards the stars,
One can't help to acknowledge them who gave them scars.
Routines and rules who govern thine will,
Don't give us what we choose to fulfill.
Screams that pierce the idle night,
Of women who stay strong and choose to fight.
 
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