No One Knows
Waking up every morning thinking to myself
Yeah today's going to be a different day
Not knowing what lies ahead
All that is left is hope and faith
Looking up to my father above
Thanking him for what he has done
He is the greatest man alive
Always by my side
No one knows the struggle I've been through
All you see is just a pretty face
Many judge me but no one really knows me
Thinking i live in a fantasy world
saying yeah she's spoiled, yeah she gets the best
In reality i'm just a dark flower waiting to be bloomed
Waiting for the moment when the rain will turn to sunshine
That day when i'll meet my father (God)
Up in heaven with a big smile
Standing there awaiting my arrival letting me know everything's going to be ok
All troubles will fade away
And you remember that flower waiting to be bloomed?
Oh yeah thats right it turned into something spectacular :)
-Mikaelia M.
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