I am afraid
deeply afraid...

As the words of the flow trip out of my mouth
i hold my head up high...

Sometimes i don't know what i am
maybe just another faded photo...

Believe it or not.....
you are my secret angel...

The bird rises above
from all the hate...

As i lie in the grass next to you
as i sit my flowers beside you...

I am not your little girl
i am not your child...

I remember us as friends when we were always hand...
I remember us as one when we laughed and ran in...