Finding the Angel and the Devil Inside

The world is full of mistakes we've made

Heads full of the things we don't say

and our Hearts full with the love that we've made

our Souls brimming with the dreams we need

and our Feet Scurrying to get there quickly as can be

And me?

I'll watch over you.

So Breathe.

For five dollars a minute, maybe once a week

I'll seize to speak

Allowing you the time you need to weep

But hand in hand

We'll travel through time

To the future

Where you'll gain peace of mind

Then maybe you'll visit a few times a year

And we'll chat once again

About some of your trickling fears

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