Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Savior

I want to take your sorrow in my hand.
How I weep for you!
How I weep for you!
I want to take your fear,
Watch it melt away
In the warmth of the rising sun.

I want to save you,
I want to save you from your sadness.
I want to crush
What's crushing you,
To tear apart
What's tearing your heart.

Your soul wasn't meant to see this war -
You were made for the light,
For beautiful sights and
The smells of home.
You were meant to breathe with
Love all around you.

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