Flicker. Yes, flicker. There it is: A little less faint. A little more of your flame. Feel it warm your skin. Part of you trapped within. Shed a little light on this, help me see. Shed a little light on this. Underneath the scarring from his defiling. Underneath the pain.

Heroines, they are not born, they are made. A phoenix forms, her ashes rise. Expose their hell, break Satan’s spell. Fire purifies, it’s redemption time.

Flicker. Yes, flicker. When neighbours and friends only give you their burning silence. Even with torches raised, part of you can’t feel safe. Shed a little light on this, help me see. Shed a little light on this, please. Shed a little light on this and on those who excuse this act of violence, choosing you to blame.

Heroines, they are not born, they are made. A phoenix forms, her ashes rise. Expose their hell, break Satan’s spell. Fire purifies, it’s redemption time.

Shed a little light on this. Shed a little light on this.