One thing she alway want to carry is love,that feeling in her is a moster.she alway want love yet money is her life.one thing l hate to carry is pain and loving flower that shares blush as gift yet l plant roses daily.She is pregnant for me yet the baby is not my blood and l feel like no pigment was giving forever.All my dreams are becoming mere wishes.life walking with longer legs,when l strive to fulfill my life.Bye bye to you and what l gave.l need to travel with life and end as trobadour.keep the baby for your tomorow and let it grow into garden cus l am runing to find my fate.we will end where everything will live again.keep the baby.l will return