A life without the light from the Sun

A world where there is no green

The scheme of the rainbow has now become gray

Trapped in a room where I am suffocated by grief

With a gypsy telling me to chose wisely

But no matter what I pick it is chosen blindly


                                                Help me decide whom I want to be

My scars are beginning to show in this hour of pain

Is it to late to realize that I Shouldn't be afraid

This vision of a gypsy coming to my rescue

Put a smile on my face as I sit in this dark cloudy room



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