Life made a ryhme.
Love wrote a book.
Memories froze in time,
Sights i've seen, you take a look.
U may not believe,
but i have my faith.
Devil may decieve,
but that ain't my fate.
If you take one look,
you will see.
These pictures I took,
this is the real me.
I may seem to be far off,
but i'm just misunderstood,
I have always faught,
all i wanted to do was good.
I want to show my love,
to my god, my father.
I will one day fly to his kingdom,
to be his lost, but found daughter.
This is who I am.
I dont want to change.
My life has just began,
I no longer live in shame.
I don't need money.
I don't want a diamond ring.
My days will become sunny,
with the joy my father brings.
You have your own opinion,
but this is my way of life.
This is just my begining,
Please, don't make me hate my nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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