the cleansing gift
that wastes my fears
Washes my sadness
Keeps my soul new
And free of the tears
Imprisoning you...
The hurt can be huge
But if you are not dead
Stand up to the hurt
Feel your pain
Then bask in the lightness
That follows the rain...
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| I've the gift of tears the cleansing gift that wastes my fears Washes my sadness Keeps my soul new And free of the tears Imprisoning you... The hurt can be huge But if you are not dead Stand up to the hurt Feel your pain Then bask in the lightness That follows the rain... |
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