It’s O.K. …
Please let my touches just flow, just be,
These touches are for you, applied softly as therapy,
and then you tell me
if its o.k. ...
‘Cause I am willing to put in the work
The work to fade away the times of hurt,
and then you tell me
if its o.k. ...
So don’t be afraid stop, or be afraid and just stay,
Now just flow and say what you need to say,
and then I’ll tell you
its o.k. ….
‘Cause I will be there waiting patiently… I will reassure you truly silently… its o.k. …
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