Lost since I was young,
Knees felt like two tons,
Eyes telling a new story,
Arms reaching for the glory,
Only family did something for me,
And nobody was like "poor me"
...

But ever since the sin,
My new life had to begin
I had to swim for new fins,
Search for clearer lens,
So I could see the future,
About the story of the chosen...
...

Calling from the gardens,
God;
The Lord, he had a plan,
To give me the strength of David,
To face all of these Goliath's
So see through all the dahlia's
Through the curtains of thy worries...
The future doesn't look so blurry
When it's the story of the chosen...

Lost Rose.