I have aged beyond my years
In a room built just for me
I have suffered many lives
For the hope I may be free

I heard the door unlock
I watched the heavy bolt drop to the floor and
I felt the wear of time reverberate through the room and
I could only hold my breath

I do not know if this counts
I suppose it is a type of freedom
The biting frost of the air is
An unfriendly reminder

I look down to the water,
I look up to the sky
I have lived my life for you, Salome!
Yet it is for myself

Salome, o
Not even you are this beautiful
I hope I find my way to you

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