hurting heart...
Will you kiss my blistered hands?
Will you soothe my bruised soul?
My bones are broken ...carry me...
I am the injured heal me...
Sing me of victory and I’ll be the victor...
I long to be loved... for I am love never
tasted before....
My heart..a beautiful mosaic crafted by
my very own blistered hands...
Tell me tomorrow is yours and mine...
Write a book of us in your loving heart and
read it as lullaby to your beautiful soul so we may forget all our hurts.....
