This is a poem from Rose's point of view about the things that she could discuss with no one. Disclaimer: I own a CD player, a TV and DVD player, a Gameboy Advance SP, a portable radio, a video camera, and I'm about to buy a new skateboard, but I don't own American Dragon: Jake Long
The dragon saved my life
But who could I telll?
Jake couldn't know
And the Huntsman would say
That the dragon was just playing my emotions
So I continue to wonder, why?
When the American dragon called out my name
I knew things were about to change forever
So it was him!
But who could I tell?
I might never see Jake again
And there was no way I would tell the Huntsman
So I release Jake and run
My parents are alive!
But who could I tell?
Jake would want to help, but it's too dangerous
And the Huntsman would be mad if he learned that I knew
So I continue to search in secret
Lao Shi asked me to break up with Jake
But who could I tell?
Jake would become mad at Lao Shi
And the Huntsman certainly wouldn't understand
So I cry myself to sleep at night
I have to betray Jake to save my family
But who could I tell?
I can't tell Jake. The Huntsman is watching me
And the Huntsman is the one who made me do it
So I decide to give up my own life instead
That spikey-haired boy looks so familiar
But who could I tell?
