Your middle name seem to be hurt

Hurt by flames that you send my way.

Hurt by emotion but perhaps that's okay.

You were the automate one who betrayed me.

Why did you do this to me, to us, our family.

For nobody want turn a dog into a dove because of the pain

And the cost of ones reluctant, rejected ways.

There were none to say so,

Just hurt and pain by flames and season that's plain.

Why you do this to me?

I was you sweet accompaniment standing and sticking by your side.

Even when the sun rise,

Even when you wanted me to die!!! on the inside.

And I:v lost count of how many times i:v cried.

Only to hear you sigh in the deep silence.

Were its sad, dark, and blue and danouges too.

I:d always loved you.

But true, blue, in passions, hurt, and pain.

Again I say hurt by flames.

A love triangle that's so lane.

But them again I really cant complain because God enter the earth.

And let down the heavens and brought forth the pain.

A new birth shall follow with the reproduction of growth and development.

And the season once again will change.

The seed  will spur and and bud out.

She will spread her wings and fly.

And peace and glory will be upon her until the day she die.