Image

At last,the rain is gone! All my chores done Yet i pace in frustration Thinking; "I ought to change my fashion" I pull my hair back I still look blank! My pale face yet again i see. Am i pretty?am i plain? will i ever be free? When can i laugh at my fears again? Or fall asleep without tears or pain When can i take back all i gave you? Seeing as you just make me blue For in giving,i got lost Oh! and at such a cost Pray tell me when can i be ME 'Cos it is you in me,i always see.