Upon the hard lines of a stoic face,

A girl lays waiting for the pain of hate.

She sits and sees her lonely soul erase.

Head lowering in grief of losing grace,

She waits for salvation that is too late

Upon the hard lines of a stoic face.

Among the ambivalent people's haze,

With her hands clenched she waits, but they're too late.

She sits and sees her lonely soul erase.

The innocent disregard the disgrace.

She walks alone with such a hindered gait

Upon the hard lines of a stoic face.

Suffer in silence and ignore her race -

The life of this girl is immersed in hate.

She sits and sees her lonely soul erase.

She lives her life without loving embrace -

Freedom is too good to become her fate.

Upon the hard lines of a stoic face,

She sits and sees her lonely soul erase.