ok last two... for now... AS A CHILD: as a child i saw you strolling in my garden my grass so green my sky so blue i should have known to not trust you i got too close the thorn, it stung to me, the journey had just begun you stole my heart and made me yours and all i'd wanted had been so pure i miss the sun and fear your rain for all i see is my world of pain the pain to have the pain to lose that's my reward... i got to choose... THE ROSE: i am a rose out in the garden, during wintertime i feel the breeze that comes with dawn the sun, it's power warms me i can be sweet and give off beauty my master, this he likes my thorns, they sting if handled wrong i do provide my own protection but during storms, i have no ally so, thus i am faced with death... NITE: The dark where color disappears and shades of grey live peaceful and calm the sounds that are heard are intensified and all sleeps inanimately waiting for day...