I see you, and hear you –
I know your deepest pain;
I want so much to help you –
Your fears are to blame.
Release, my dear one,
All the fears you hold inside –
Draw yourself unto the light;
It is there, where you reside.
Your time has ended here –
It is time now to rest;
You are not cursed to walk –
You are meant to be blessed.
Copyright Beth Layne 2008
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lovely writing
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