It was his neck or her wrist
Dreams of peace beyond the wall
She'd cry out for mercy but she had no voice at all
Her promise she would make amends
He lay not yet cold on the ground
This day of all days she would wear her dark hair down
This time the wheel has come around
Free of her cage she crows with a fearless sound
"Your fists can't hurt me now"
She'll wear her dark hair down
And blood brought the answer that time could not provide
Scars that read like home could hide
Her prison swallowed everything but piercing open eyes
She proudly bore the mark
Where his brand had met her head
She spat "The coward could not kill what was already dead."
This time the wheel has come around
"Your fists can't hurt me now"
She'll wear her dark hair down
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