many sides to Rosey
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Strong pulls,
Such haunting dreams,
Of flying, of magic,
Covens, witches and special gifts
Is this a past life
I am dealing with?
Why do I wake up
With surreal feelings?
Suppose... suppose...
I was a witch
Suppose... suppose...
I still am
My gifts
Lost in the past life
Or buried away in my mind,
Awaiting to be rediscovered
Strong pulls
To the wiccan world
Strong sensations
Of experiences through dreams
Suppose... suppose...
I was a witch
Suppose... suppose...
I still am
For these gifts
Buried deeply inside me
I gotta bare my soul
And start searching
It is time
For me to meet myself
Suppose... suppose...
I am a witch...
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
Such haunting dreams,
Of flying, of magic,
Covens, witches and special gifts
Is this a past life
I am dealing with?
Why do I wake up
With surreal feelings?
Suppose... suppose...
I was a witch
Suppose... suppose...
I still am
My gifts
Lost in the past life
Or buried away in my mind,
Awaiting to be rediscovered
Strong pulls
To the wiccan world
Strong sensations
Of experiences through dreams
Suppose... suppose...
I was a witch
Suppose... suppose...
I still am
For these gifts
Buried deeply inside me
I gotta bare my soul
And start searching
It is time
For me to meet myself
Suppose... suppose...
I am a witch...
@ Rosey - all rights reserved