In depereion
I once was lost, but now I"ve disapiered.
Decption and hatered
Longing for hope, a light.
A light at the end of a very dark tunal.
Trying to get things back to prosective
losing sight along the way.
To show that there is alway something
to live for,
to hope for,
to die for.
A rose in bloom
A rose in full bloom
Dose not compair to the beuty that you hold
When it dies love will surely stay
Just like the rose, you will die
And make your way up to the sky
To sit in heaven tell I get there
And for this rose, I will aways care
Thats why I love a rose in full bloom
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