Tis
This is a dear dedication to a woman who's like an auntie to me
Thou might knoweth her,
Her name's (soul survivor)
She understandeth me,
As I understandeth her...
She's a woman of pure love
An angel not meant for ourn world..
As there art only few Angels left
Who walk amongst as me
She giveth thee all a message
To love,
Forgive and be free!!!
I've seen so many tryeth to hurt her
Because of their own misery and pain!!!
Though I must sayeth that maketh her stronger
So its best for the taunter's to go away!!!
The one's who mock her
Mock her for her spiritual belief!!!
Her belief on showing love to even the hating one's
To the liar's
Pain bringer's
And thieves...
She's outspoken
That's why me and her get along
We're on the same page
We playeth the same tune
Of peace and kindness shown.
Some calleth her a Jesus freak
Though tis its (jesus) who forgives even those who hate,
So before thyself picks on soul-survivor
Taketh a look at thy own misery plate..
She giveth thee truth
And thineself turneth away,
We need more spirits like her
For her to be displayed....
She hath many friends here
Such as mine non-perfect self,
But soul thou ever needeth a friend
I'll be here for thee to help!!!
As soo many seem to be quick to judgeth her
Though they don't knoweth she's in mental pain because her wonderful mother is sick,
So be not quick to judge
An angel in thy presence...
Soul, thou art like an auntie to me
As I've said this before
May God shine his light inside thee
Let him walketh beside thee,
Forgive and continue to love those lost and broken ones
Who knoweth not thy souls real and for sure!!!!