lost (rewrite)

Trust is like seeking safety in a room without a door...
To a flower that grew through the cracks of a broken concrete floor...
Born in a place where talents and ambitions are buried...
It's a graveyard,a place were reality and dreams can never be married...

Afraid To Shine...
Afraid To Shine...

It's like a seed of fear is planted deep into the thoughts...
When the seed turns into a tree,it bears fruit's of doubts...
Escaping reality with drugs and liquor cause thinking is like sitting in a room full of torture...
Racism,War and Drugs stays unchanged like Hitler's black and white picture...