Setting You Free, So Mote It Be
I sent these inner tears out,
to the Heavens above,
and the Earth below.
Let my sorrows flee with the wind
and bring me happiness once again.
I wish for a Love,
that no longer exists,
too afraid to open old wounds yet again.
So I ask,
quietly plea,
that the Powers that Be,
set it free.
And only return,
if it is meant to be.
So mote it be.
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