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"Healing"

“Healing”                                                                                                                        

(Feminine)
Listen to these words that I will say.
Time and irony have no friend.
Arise and awake from distress.
For the hour has come to prepare you for this test.

My voice is your guide to come set you in flight.
The thorns of that rose that have scarred you for life are marks left behind that cut like a knife.
I am the oracle of your journey; a vanguard to your soul when you grow weary.
The road is set so prepare your way.
Let the hate die without dismay.
Let love grow in the highest place.

The uncertainty is beneath you.
Yet clarity defies you.
You’re walking blind into the valley of shadows.
Taking stock of many who will follow.

My voice is your destination; it is a part of your preparation.
Fear will try to consume you.
In which anger will try to tear into.

You must wake up it’s time for a breakthrough.
Follow my voice which will lead you.

(Masculine)
I won’t hesitate to take action.
Heeding your voice is my first reaction.
The love that is lost is a piece of the puzzle.
I’ll let it clear out the rest of the rubble.
Your voice in my head is the one I will follow.

Through the pain and the tussle; it will show me sacrifice is the greatest muscle.
The past is my enemy and not my friend.
The light is my future but your voice will not bend.
You’re my guardian to the end.

Your voice lights the path through the valley of shadows.
Like an angel who shoots my heart with an arrow.
Finding you is my only option.
You’re holding the key to a grand horizon.
The world is in need of something new.
My healing begins when I find you.
 

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