The Revelation Part 2

Well my days are persecuted upon me

In the enrichment of my ways

I try to see change as a point of view

The many friends that I have deceive me

And the truth is nothing but a lie

And the colors blue, yellow, red, and gold

Are just a figment of my imagination

I wonder why God sees me as special

For I am that same little girl who misses her mother,

I miss her so much

I can cry for all eternity

But I won't

Because she wants me to be stronger than the wind

Oh give me your wings, and carry me to fly

For I want to fly high.