Let Love and Kindness be our Guide
.....brings us peace and makes us calm
Let us heal the wounds that hurt our heart,
The pain and scars that tear us apart.
Let love and kindness be our guide,
And let forgiveness be our stride.
The past may haunt, but we must move on,
And find the strength to carry on.
With every step, we must let go,
Of grudges, anger, and all our woe.
We'll mend the broken pieces of the past,
And build a brighter future that will last.
Let compassion be our healing balm,
And bring us peace and keep us calm.
So let us heal the wounds that hurt our heart,
And start anew with a brand new start.
With open hearts, we'll find our way,
And live our lives in love each day.
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