Room 54
As she moved in the cramp, dingy, damp space
her heart pounding, her muscles tightened with fear
All she knew she had to do is find the key to room 54.
When her eyes could weep no more, she could only feel anguish and hurt somewhere in the distance, she hears her witch sisters cry
All the comfort you are looking for is in room 54.
She found herself drowning in self-doubt
for all around her were people who practiced hate and loathe
And again, she could hear those wild mustangs in her head say
you were born free, find your freedom in room 54.
Years and years of conditioning and pleasing
Broke loose when she finally realized
Room 54 is not a place that can be touched or lived in
It was inside her.
Then her chains broke free
Her witch sisters swirled to the melodies of the woods
the wild mustangs finally rode into clouds of glory
And she never needed the key to room 54.
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