like a flower you looked like a flower the moon in your hair touched by the light of the night that changed two purity depraved souls given to the breeze those malous thoughts of freedomly based dreams it weighed you down sunken in your stomach for liabilities not the life of the common they all want to be you your obligations not they all want to see you the real you not it seem of no worth to continue insurmountable expectations your shoes left behind shall never be filled