As a little girl I , once I saw my mom cry
And so to make her happy, everyday would I try
I spent years not knowing the answer is not to kneel
It is to find my god 'within', it is to 'heal'
I spent decades searching for myself
in the eyes of people I love and help
When I saw them fighting their own sorrow
I knew I had to be my own hero
Imploding in love, exploding in rage
I asked almighty to help escape my cage
he smiled at the infinity & intensity I feel
Till I stopped one day. And he whispered - "heal"
And every breeze since then touched me softly
every hush enticed me to its tiny melody
As I saw a tree dance alone in zeal
I let go and allowed myself to heal
And as I breathe in the cure, my heart is lighter
Its as if I could finally stop being a fighter
And I don't have to live for just another day
God has another plan and maybe there's another way.
