Bound by sorrows,
Weeping hearts.
In chains, they hoped,
Liberty promised.
Weeks turn to months,
Hope fades.
Dreams turn cold,
Rusted spirits.
In exile, they waited and wasted.
The darkness stayed the same,
And the pin light went off,
Untouched wishes.
The reality is now:
No one is coming,
No help is coming.
Even the last freed died.
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