The Healing Touch of Love
I'm not your slave,
I'm not your master,
I'm not the cause of your disaster.
you were you
before I met you,
you'll still be you ,
when I forget you.
you came to me
with broken hands,
I wrapped them up
in silver bands.
A healing touch
for simple things,
but only God can
mend your wings.
go stand out in the
morning light
and pray to God
to take your flight.
unfurl those pinions
take the breeze,
I'll be beside you
on my knees
supplicating as you
rise,
I hope to God,
this is Goodbye.
I'm not your slave ,
I'm not your master,
I'm not the cause
of your disaster,
you were you
before I met you,
you'll still be you,
when I forget you.
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