Through my life the paths I cross
Damages, lies, faces on the ground
Self esteem is all but loss
When I hold you and life is found
I watch you open a new door
Leave behind storms of old
My gift here is to cure
So the story is told
Over the darkness
Through the gloom
You glide with finesse
A flower soon to bloom
I bathe in your beauty
Stitch feathers in your core
Nurture them to be free
Until your wings make you soar
Inlaid puddles from my eyes
It happens every time
A bitter sweet demise
The tower bells do chime
I blanket my pain
Conceal it from the mended
Because this loss, I do gain
As you were Heaven scented
He wisely chooses my friend
The ones with a broken heart
Knows I will pursue it to the end
While yesterday’s pain rips apart
Those first steps to your flight
This Curer has given you life
Only I hear the Angel’s delight
As you leave behind the strife
Do you see it in my eyes
My blood it is so true
The romance that dies
Every time I shed my wings for you
I like to believe “Curer’s” exist; they are certainly needed on the cruel earth.
Exceptional. Very moving, brought me to tears.
Reblogged this on mistoftexas and commented:
Moving