For the Voiceless
Just Everything.
My Crazy completely incoherently coherent
Why have I been so versed in being cursed
With the imaginings of my mind?
Why must I be we tortured in a dark cool place
But feels like justice for my soul somehow
Had I crimed in another life?
Is this my punishment?
I’m sorry for my crimes and I beg Your release
Let me make it right so my soul can be free and have peace
It’s what we feel, not every one as deeply, and some more
We all feel on different levels
We believe we must be cursed
One thing I know to be true somehow
We are the special ones
We feel we’re cursed
Because Source filled/feeled/fueled us with such force
We’re here to change the world
We have to allow
Ourselves to Heal on Earth now
Because our time has come
There’s only one thing the world needs now is Love and Good
We are the special ones
And we feel…
Just Everything
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I see you, my loves.
I hear and feel you and love you, my loves.
You have a voice and you will always be my tribe.
