Cure the sadness within,
To cure the sadness outside.
Let the storms,
Pass away
Melting like snow
On a sunny morn.
Be the stone,
And the tide
Let nothing
Stop ye.
Sadness in the heart,
Grows like thorns
Gnawing on your blood
In your heart
So pure.
Let the hounds bark,
Let the desires flow,
Cry or love
Let them be.
For you're special,
And always will be.
End
Subject: A spoken poetry for healing pain, sadness and despair with a modern touch.
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