The Flower Still Grows
The Flower Still grows
You wake up as if everything is okay, but something doesn’t feel the same
The wind is free like a sunny day but something has changed.
You soon forget who you are until you play your heart with song
This feeling is uncontrolling like all you want to do is keep on rolling.
The voices tell you , you can’t be this you aren’t good enough
But how could you when shes here controlling you as if you were a diamond in the dust?
You continue to fight back like a dandelion but she’s making you change.
You have to grow up into the flower your meant to be to protect the one you love.
She fights even when the thorns start to poke
She is changing but is still on the journey of the road
The voices tend to leave as the sun appears
As she rises into hope
The seed has bloomed but has not yet withered
Allowing the changes to become a rose
As she leaves home
Carrington
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