Do I know who i am? Do I dare to dive deep?
Am I just a troubled soul? If I die, would they weep?

Innocent and young i was;
that, I know for sure
Unholy i have become, heavy guilt has made me sore

Have dreamed of a thief,
I believe he stole my life
He took it, sold it
And he bought jewelry for his wife

Would I ever be happy, Knowing you are free?
Could my soul really fly, before caging thee?

Rosie