Quietly cultivatingwithin the mists ov thyme...

i retreat back too renew what i once new too be truth of mine...

a cloud sweeps over as i sink into the deep ov my she....

being reminded of pieces ov me i have forgotten with in these misty keeps...

a strong hold of sorrow keeps me back as life flys me by...

how many burdens doo we keep in this place for fear ov an uncertan tommorrow...

how many sistars will cross my path too try too hold me back? is yet untold...

but i for see with in my keeps an ever brighter tommorrow....

LET GO!!!

these goasts can only have power if u hand it too them...

tell me how too try too lift my head up high,

knowing my man has his hand up her thigh...

how too beat what people will cheat?

& then pretend in the end that there soo untouchable n rhychous