Call This Whatever You Wish

I started young, playing with dolls who had little to none when it came to self-control. I remember thinking I'll never make it past fourteen. Somehow I have. Somehow I have. Some view me like a kid with cute, innocent ways but what I hold within would bring men to their knees. Diamonds cigarettes and race horses don't stand a chance these are not the temptations I have. It would be so easy so easy to be good It's beautiful. Such a beautiful thing. We all want something beautiful don't we? Its how we're connected its the sort of creatures we are. Some women stand in front of gold mines but rarely put out. That I will never understand. If we desire none then something is wrong and that is not, that is not my problem. Its in the trees its in the soil its for tradesmen and for royals its your skin its in your eyes its your hands its on your mind. Its universal its our connection our killer communication. We are controlled by it, enticed by it, driven by it and we all need forgiveness. our God-given gift to do what we do. What will we do with it?