Bruises come and hurt so deep,
stopping one to stand on feet.
But in time one can recall,
that we’re sacred to stand tall.

And the feet will bond with heart,
to take strides to make new start.
Cause the sun does rise each day,
for us all to bow and pray.

Pray to find an inner cord,
inside love it’s the reward.
So be doctor to oneself.
Heal with breath take an engulf.