Gypsy
A life without the light from the Sun
A world where there is no green
The scheme of the rainbow has now become gray
Trapped in a room where I am suffocated by grief
With a gypsy telling me to chose wisely
But no matter what I pick it is chosen blindly
Help me decide whom I want to be
My scars are beginning to show in this hour of pain
Is it to late to realize that I Shouldn't be afraid
This vision of a gypsy coming to my rescue
Put a smile on my face as I sit in this dark cloudy room
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