The truth (2)
you live your life
You say you love it
Outside, you seem happy
Inside, it's dark
and cold
you scream for help
But nobody reacts
Because nobody hears
the field of roses
is only covering the dry,
hard earth
cracked and rough
still recovering from tragedies
of the past
the green tree
blooming flowers
is really hollow
and alone in the forest
July '99
BH