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Do I dare to smell the roses
When all I have is the thorns upon my back
Do I dare to smell the clean air
When all I have is a toxic mess of doubt
In the Garden lies the colours of my skin
In my head it is the battle I am failing to win
In the future what will the situation be
Will the Golden Key be handed to me
Do I dare to smell the roses
When the Flowers have long since died in my heart
Do I dare to reach the sky
When all I really want to do is to say goodbye
In the Theatre of my dreams lies the truth
The Acts will reveal the stories of my soul
I dare to smell the roses
As the thorns no longer prick this life's played out role |
