Speak up

The vines of Secrecy and Fear covers my lips. You see the Flower grow but not the Blood that drips. I Try to plant The seeds of Strenth and Hope, but its really hard to cope when Im covered in this Dark rope. I try to break free, but the Depression gets the best of me. In the wind , I hear the Angels say you can make it another day. Dont give up!!! speak up !!!,say what you got say. You have control of your life every day so cut Those ropes !!! ,and cut Those vines!!! ,stand up and sterch your spine. Its your Time to live life, and Finnaly know what its like to shine.