She gave her trust unconditionally to love and best friend.
She never though she'd be alone, writing this same old story rhyme.
Still wondering if it's all been wasted time.
Her dream is to share unconditional trust and all her love.
She lives to give everything she can, needs no god above
to tell her what to do or how to feel to know what makes life real.
Her heart is pure and innocent, her love is the real deal.
And nobody knows how deep her love goes.
And nobody sees all her fantasies.
And nobody shares the way she cares.
Cuz nobody dares to live without fear the way she can,
nobody understands.
She's what some would call and angel
and what others call a saint,
but she isn't into labels
and is does not want a plaint.
She wants the real thing
someone who can
share it all and more,
someone who is is out there with her
and knows what life is for.
Life is for sharing, she's got nothing to hide.
Life is for caring, keeping nothing inside.
Life is for giving, no lies of false pride.
Life is for living all the way until we die.
Life is for living, and she will until she dies.
