Growing up in a time struggling and poor where my body remained bruised and my skin so sore.

Parents constantly fighting and cursing aloud, but where was their faith?
And where was my God?

Nowhere out although it seemed so I'd bury myself in my hopes and my dreams. I cried in the day and wept in the dark, while awaiting my prince to rescue my heart.

I awaited with strain while struggling in pain but no love I received and no prince ever came Sure there were some not many, a few who've lied and played games that I'd gave my heart to.

Then there was one so kind and so dear who made me belive he needed me there. But as time went by Gold, focused his heart and it tore up our friendship and our love fell a part.

My world again emptly his heart was to blame my mind became boggled and love a sick shame. But as time went by I struggled inside and buried the hurt and regained my self pride.

Until tragedy struck one Friday night and it took my soul and half of my life. My brother was dead his presence was gone no heaven nor angels or God I had sworn.

Then there you were you stood by myside you showed me you cared on your shoulders I cried. You gave me the means and the strength to move on and the legacy of my brother for our kids when they're born.

It's because of you I continued to live, and the love you have gave makes mine more willing to give. So the he'll witrh Gold, Fortune, or fame for my heart is now happy cause my prince has now came.

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