Intuition was her favourite
She ask her guides of anything
In that flow she can stay as eremite
She can relay, they take care of everything

In the spirit world she found a home
A place to rest and feel a purpose
In relations to men she feels alone
The life on earth is scary for a wild rose

If my trust to my self once where broken
I have to control myself and the world
How can I then believe a word that are spoken
How can I relate to myself if my own voice is not heard