FLAWLE$' Wings Of Healing
I bore the pain, once self-gone,
Then relinquished the wrath, driving out shame, to live on.
Mixing my mystic powers with tenderness, oh so well,
I provided hours of healing sessions, to burst her out of her shell.
While taking her, to dream-state-like places,
I replace hate and torment with love, like bringing together, the many races.
I may be gone; but in her heart, I’ll always stay,
Making sure my words, never leave, staying with her, everyday.
I gave her a set of my wings, with a kiss of love.
Listening to her soul sing, while she flies high above.
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