A girl sees two doors,
one good and bad...
Their is a love flower
we call it a rose...
Tears deep like a knife,
but it heals your heart...
You get choked up,
you close your eyes...
Is it weird to think that love is gone...
that hope is lost...
The first day we spoke you called me...
At first I didn’t agree...
Smooth baritone notes caress the textured...
Their cadence a unique rhythm, that pleases my ear...
Push through it
Push through it even though your patience wears...
All I see are empty trees
Where my family once stood tall...
Everyday we take a step
down this long, winding, road...
Treat every obstacle like a challenge accepted. View every challenge as a new adventure. |
I'd rather be weird, because weird is freeing. There are no rules, except be who you are and nothing less. |
Id rather be yelled at as a kid than being locked up when an adult |