Sep 2017
If I knew what it was
I would know how to help it,
I could soothe its scars
Caress away the doubts.
Free it so it soared.
Defeat the shackle bearers
When they came for it
They came for me.
I would know how to help it,
I could soothe its scars
Caress away the doubts.
Free it so it soared.
Defeat the shackle bearers
When they came for it
They came for me.
a poem about the soul
