Touch. Heal.

Look around, the world is weeping,
Where am I, unaware and sleeping?

Entrenched in dungeons I’ve built around me,
Which my own eyes are unable to see.

It’s my own world that calls for healing,
That calls for help, for hope, for feeling.

It’s just a hope in hopelessness,
I am with you in all wilderness.

The last bullet fired at my heart,
Kill me, for that is where life will start.

I will stand by you as long as you stand,
Reach out, and I will hold your hand.

Cry and I will cry with your cry,
I am your hope, let me try.

You are my hope, don’t let me fade,
I will come to you through this barricade.

Your tears are mine to wipe for you,
Perhaps some day in a kingdom new.

You will touch my heart and heal my soul,
I am hollow within, you will make me whole.

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