Face in the mirror
Butterflies is flying
grown from a larva
never wanted to be someone else
never thought of that
The fragrance of the flower
the seed has grown
never wanted to be someone else
never thought of that
The little baby is born
from being in a mother's womb,
never wanted to be someone else
never thought of that
My face in the mirror
a grown woman to see
never wanted to be someone else
nerver thought of that
Words by Crys
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Written on 2008-01-01 at 14:30
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