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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