When you’re afraid of the dark its hard to be brave,
Hard to see life when digging you’re own grave.
in the depths of darkness,fear and despair,
its hard to remind yourself that you are there.
She feels she’s the monster that everyone fears,
she’s the reason for everyone’s tears.
In order to make a change you have to want to try,
But how do you resuscitate a rose, that’s beginning to die.
The map is torn into a million parts,
She has no clear direction, or path to start.
Yet creativity can thrive in the darkest of places,
Flowers survive in the muddiest spaces.
Deep in the earth a light shines bright,
hope is living no matter how slight.
In the flash of a second your perspective can change,
All your thoughts can rearrange.
The hole she was digging was not a grave after all,
she plants a new seed in the ground so her flower grows tall.