Her eyes, blind as injustice 
From the burning light in the box 
Out of sheer desperation 
But it worked, she is now free at last 
Yet she’s been cast 
To play the rogue 

Her eyes can’t see things as before 
Her eyes can only see emanations of light and shadow 
Shades of good and evil 
And shades of bitter life and death (life and death) 

Gifted, unaware of how she 
Has [bad word] a beacon of light 

Cold [she stares], faint [she walks] 
Lost [in expanding fields] 
Looking for something to 
Dine[sometime], pick[something] 
Ingest [now that freedom tastes] bittersweet 

Searching for light, for harmony 
In shadows, in pure obscurity 

The idle predator dresses in white 
’Til the prey walks across its ravenous sight 
When the calm emanation of white turns to black 
And it pounces the prey that will never fight back 

Her hungry eyes remain set 
On the hills of her overwhelming and [bad word] freedom 
When she discovers a faint but luscious smoke 
Rising up the horizon 
 [bad word] as fast as the wind through the meadow 
Lost in the blessing of longing and hope of a change 
Someone somewhere must be willing to 
Finally take her in 

She reaches the luscious smoke 
And finds a tribe of barbarians glowing in white 
And one in particular lending a much needed hand 

No longer alone, no longer oppressed 
No longer engulfed by fearful unrest 
She stands by a fearless protector at last 

Hoping the huntsmen will share their crest 
Hoping she’ll [bad word] one of their own 
Hoping they’ll take her in as one of the rest