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My Dying Rose and Caged Eagle

Sitting here, waiting for another chance to chase, a rose pettal falls once more; lowering my hopes. I see happy people all around but what they do not see, I am sitting, in the dark, alone........Just me. They pass me by and I fake a grin, what they dont know though is, it hurts when they do not stop to ask how, why, or when. I am sitting here and a pettal drops again, my hopes are faded and my happiness left thin. In this dark there is a light, when my rose is free. Pluck off my pettals, take me out of my vace and like an eagle, let me fly free, again....