Roses are red
As well my soul
For its the fire that burns in me
And makes me feel whole
I feel it in my blood
This fire I can not control.
It will not be caged or put out
So I will have to let it go,
Before i explode.
Violets are blue
And so is my mood
Like water I will let it flow
So it will not drown out my fire
And will let it grow.
To find the balance in between my highs and my lows,
And my lows
On this journey to find the true color of my soul.
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