Pain drops in a puddle of tears, A puddle of tears that gets larger And bigger the longer I live. But I hear, “Give it to me.” I know exactly who it is, but I go back to my pain. As I look into the puddle, A reflection of the old is all I see, And this broken girl is crying, Reaching out to me. “Give it to me.” I hear again. I ignore it, I ignore the voice from within. I want to help the girl trapped in my puddle of tears. I want to free her, but I can’t reach her. She seems so close, But my hands not strong enough, not long enough. The little girl is not heavy, but she’s just carrying too much stuff. So I turn to the voice that has been crying out to me, I beg Her to save this little girl trapped in my own slavery. “Free her, My Savior, free her, So I can no longer drop these tears of pain. Free her, so that salvation may draw near Free her, I pray to you, Inner Leader….. Pain now drops in the Lady of Light's hands, The process of letting go has begun as I’m in the care of Her. That is why I open my mouth and and let her bells freely ring, Knowing I have destroyed the old and now, we doing a new thing.
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