The secret is How to {Live} Child of my imagination of Both Worlds

This will be more of spoken word just wanna flow and get some heat off my chest and vent : So here goes : O yeah plus Side not i have gone through about a whole bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon so things might seem alittle CrAZy!.

Art work to go with ABOVE ^^^^^

she was a child of both worlds

a child of our imaginations and fears

of our wounds and scars

and our hearts.

Broken as we are we created her

in our image we hope she would be

but as she grew we realize she was the vision

of our need for love peace and maturity

with your grandmothers Eyes and my dreads

she bore the mark of grey hair old age and despair

she wore the sadness that existed deep within us

we created an out cast a Child not of love but distrust

and child not of Hope and faith but of lust

she is us and all that we are

and wears the makes of our scars

i play her the same song to sleep every night

i make my guitar scream and cry and in her sleep she fights

but she is the child of both our worlds and she is Strong

and even with all of her scars she is ours.