I still remember that girl on the run,
who simply strayed between trust and fear,
so afraid to touch the world,
never thinking she could escape.
I know I will never have that desperate look
inside my eyes again,
because I am so alive and they thought
I would never make it.
They thought she would tremble within a look,
but I fought too hard for my surrender
when I surrendered to myself and let myself break free.
Surely you didn't expect to hold on to me forever.
I will send you a dozen roses
so that you will never let go of who I was,
although you maybe unworthy of flowers,
I know that every thorn will stab you with reminders,
that in the end,
