Book...

Book... opening my lifes` book... with a quaking fingers.. with a scary heart.. and reading.. read and ask... what is my life... why that fate which i have... here it is.. as a lady... as a tied lady from her hair... nothing can do.. only to give up to her destiny... give up from her life.. as a slave girl.. whom wish to die.. prefer a death to this hardly life.. nothing can do... no prays can helps... no one can give a happiness.. thats is my life.. as that slave girl... whom dance always on a fire... only and just to give a happiness to others... by: hazem02