Heartwell Warrior

Old woman
Unable to stand
Gently lay your palms 
On the floor 
And make your demands
Here take my hand
You've been enslaved
With no voice
Ever since your
Youth had a choice
Let hate bridge the gap
From the floor 
That your healing
When you were a youth
And your voice had no meaning
Now destined a warror
Leading young heartwell devotion
When you must breathe 
In new life
From the drown
Of the ocean