Hurt


I may be hurt
Yet I will wash my hurt away with tears
I'll care for my pain
with love and courage
and allow myself to heal
with a caress of your hand
I may not want to go on living
in the wake of devastation
But the way you love and cherish me
lifts my wounded spirit
So that I rise every day renewed
on the constant caresses of your love

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