A young girls rose by Shea Bell


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A young girls rose in bloom, pictures create the worst to asume.
These strange things I see , these things that are not but could be my reality.
These dreams,if only I could find the key,
Staring here trapped in side of me.
If only I could find the key
Trapped here staring inside of me.
Learning to question every thing I do, trying not to turn against you, crying not so easy for me to do.
No more tears no more fears of the lie I am living through.
Bridges I've burned , lessons I've learned,
not to get trapped looking back, staring there trapped inside of me.