I am as free as I can be
like a rose in a tree
but why is it that i am in a tree
in steady of being with thee
other roses down below
cause i was rejected by my fellows roses

but am i really a rose
when i am so cold
but all i want is to be free
free like a bee or tree
but a bee kills
and a tree stands still

i wonder what i want
when i speak these words
some see raps or words
but these are my feelings
and the pain still lingers
here on my small fingers

I say i want love
but who's love to i seek
is it my friends
or God's that i try to reach

this poem is coming to an end
but its not dead yet
as I cry out to my father

I ask him why he forsaken me
But did God really forsaken me
leave me, ignore me

or was it me that forgot Him
the one who saved me
made me, created me

this isn't a dream
but a painful  reality