Let My Soul Speak

Let my soul speak

of irons falling

far and deep,

Of metal rushes

in the wind,

of ancient clay

that’s yet to mend,

You open doors

of sacred space,

memories must be erased,

Wash me clean

of fires past,

and have the

melodies to last,

Catch me fast

from silent stars

and bind me up;

heal my scars.

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