There’s a voice in every soul,
A song in every heart,
A song of hurt
A voice of comfort
Even the broken sing
The voice breaks the hurt
Changes it into…
Laughter and joy
In me,
The song is dead
The voice, tired
Of catering for my hurt
In spite of all silence,
My song and voice lie elsewhere
In ones hands
Hands of gold
Hands with a golden touch,
Hands of precious love
Hands of tender care
Hands of a friend.
Always there,
To lift my falling bones,
Guiding my weariness through the valley
Healing my wounds
Your touch, tender love,
Shoulder I lean on
Shows your true self,
Friend!!
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