A Greener Grass
You think I have a pretty face
My dresses weaved from frills and lace
You think that I'm a spoilt brat
with diamonds around my neck
and roses in my bed
You think I own the pot of gold
A blissful future to behold
You think I live on a greener grass
but you know nothing
No ,you know nothing about my past
There are chapters still on hold
A thousand words untold
There's emotion still enclosed in a lacrimal drop
There is a tasteless tale,a colourless spume
and large waves that fall on the shore
There's a silent cry which keeps yelling why
which keeps loving and hating,mending and breaking
Pushing ,embracing our God
My unfaithful devotion keeps begging in motion
Asking what,where,when,and how long
For how long should I wait for
to feel the affection, love and protection
to listen to daddy singing for me
just one birthday song
For how long should I pray for,to listen to daddy
just calling out my name on the phone
You think I have a pretty face
My dresses weaved from frills and lace
You think that I'm a spoilt brat
with diamonds around my neck
and roses in my bed
You think I own the pot of gold
A blissful future to behold
You think I live on a greener grass
but you know nothing
No, you know nothing about my past
You know nothing about the way I feel
About deep scars that would never heal
You just keep thinking that I live
I live on a greener grass.
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