Part 2

(HUH !!??) [ Looking back , now I know ........ ] I was always an expensive book , I was never a expressive book . Reason why nobody reached me , Because they can't afford me . Umm .... I was always high in the sky , I have my own wings to fly . Wind became my bestfriend , As it can't pretend . Clean and pure , To look through my soul . Who sees my worth , Know beyond my words . I don't have everybody , I just need my one "own buddy." At the end of the day , In the garden where we just lay . The Wind was too slow , The Book was too torn . The two of us became unknown . Wind told the book , "Look my friend , this is still not the end , You were just in a wrong hand . You should be needed , don't be a wanted , Be yourself , not how they wanted . You shouldn't pay the price , that you don't owe Because to me , you meant more than you know ." ~PR_O_artist -END-