Sophia, are you finally free?
Are you where you want to be?
I know you still see red eyes,
staring back at your cries.
Does the wind carry you,
when mankind betrays you?
Sophia, wont you let them know?
That they reap what they sow?
I can see your tarnished robes,
fleeing from all signs of hope.
And yet I ask,
Do the heavens still hear you,
after all the humanity you withdrew?
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