It is your time to die.
My beauty, that is when you will finally fly.
Without the fear of soaring too high.
I am so sorry, they can not see how hard you try.
I know how your heart shudders with every deep sigh.
You are so lovely, it brings a tear to My eye.
Forget the why. I will always love being your Guy.
It's okay to cry. Let go, I will keep you dry.
Ahhh, the lion has roared. You are not a gourd.
My love has been poured. It is your cord.
Use it toward every board, that you can hoard.
I have given you your sword, It is My word.
Now I am moving you forward,
where you will rest with your Lord.
Your house is clean. Your grass is quite green.
It is time to glean. You are no longer a teen.
Who doesn't need to wean. Everyone must lean.
But you have the gene, to be more like a queen.
I just have to get you sit still for a preen.
You are so keen, to plant your bean.
You have escaped that mean fiend and his scene.
I am giving you your dream, and oh, how you will gleam.
Your pain and you disdain I undo.
Your thoughts I will move.
Your heart will learn it's groove.
This too is My joy,
yes, to bind your every bruise.
This I must tell, that I did not make you for hell.
I have released you from this cell.
Listen close, I will never yell.
I am here to release you from jail.
I already paid your bail.
You are looking a little pale.
your fears I am here to quell.
I hear your silent wail.
I do not fail.
Your train was set to derail.
Just in time, I calmed the gail.
Come with Me, and we will set sail.
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