The pulsing calls in waves, softly. Constant.
I know hands are for forging. Feeling.
I kept you like a secret. Safely.
I know arms are for holding. Healing.
You are safe, let love in...
What you gave, has meaning...
Turn your faith, to knowing....
Broken heart, still beating...
Been in this spot for days, distant.
The pulsing light, it fades....
I walk this empty space, knowing
That my faith is devotion, kneeling.
You are brave, let love in...
All your pain, has meaning...
Don't give up, for nothing...
Broken heart, still beating...
All that's lost, is given...
Open hearts, receive it...
Turn your pain, to meaning....
Broken heart, still beating....
About the Creator
Kristen Keenon Fisher
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