| Two Halves Of Me |
| Once a bright red rose now a dying weed Inside I am falling apart It is almost like I am split in half One part of me is lost the part that you took away The other part is a seed starting to grow I know that sometime that seed will bloom into a bright red rose but it will never be as bright as the one I lost with my childhood So much is gone that I can never get back Where did you hide my youth? Pamela Pratap September 5,1997 |