healin
Down those old ancient streets,travelin along worn torn ancient roads,so many brutalized souls,never given the chance to get the healin done,so your satisfied with your life,are you growing in spiritual life,can you see the harm that was done,till you get the healin done,will you deal with the poison inside,feeling its power thats dark live,when you deal with the reason its alive,will you get the healin done,keepin all that covert living down,sneakin past all the reasons to healdown,then you feel that tingle up your spine,thats when the healinbegun
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
The process
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