I am not a rose in the garden of God
my motives aren't dark but the Soul is lost
I am flesh and blood , so full of lust
am gloomy and hurt, don't posses any trust.
I am counting seconds till I am happy again.
Lord, present me some faith - I pray every day.
There are thorns on my body they torture me so
was it spell , was it curse - can't stand any more.
poor Spirit inside is playing with me.
Now I hear him whisper, then he is laughing at me.
There's no madness on Earth, I've passed it all right.
Am I dead or Alive - it's a question for Mind.
I am not a rose in the garden of God
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2018
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