She's standing at the gates with a one way ticket to the other
side,
Empty gaze in her eyes.
No kiss goodbye at all. A suitcase full of memories of the past
And three little words unsaid - and why?

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For some crime she did not commit before she died?
For little sins she did not confess in daylight?

A bench rusted by tears reminds her of sad years
Of a dark world and familiar faces
She's waiting for the ride, the riders of the last day
Who are taking her to the doors of resurrection - and why?

Refrain

She's leaving this world...

Refrain