miércoles, 15 de septiembre de 2010


She was brought into this world, out of a beautiful mistake, when her mom was just a girl; and her daddy didn’t stay, she was working at age 9 at the flower shop in town, working not just to survive, cause life was throwing her around, in the rose garden, where the rain is falling and the thorns are sharpened rose garden, rose garden. She was young but not naïve, always wise beyond her years, hoping that no one would see every time she dried her tears, in the rose garden, where the rain is falling and the thorns are sharpened, rose garden don’t let those petals fall, don’t let them fall on you , don’t let those petals fall,don’t let them fall on you.

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