HEAL
A candid smile to a distant you
Stoned me hard in a harsh throw
I caught them all and never tilt
Firming the stand that I built
Gracious me wishing to touch
Our thorn needs to be patched. Let our souls dance and sing. Get rid of the pride of our being
Let us relish these beauteous. We have a short time in joyous. I gaze up to You there in beg. Heal all those hearts in bleed.
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