The undefined feeling of peace,
the enjoyment of tears strolling
down a sorrow face, to see
the one and only creator
observe you say the word
change, the inspiration of your soul
in my heart which overtakes me,
shows me your grace. The screaming
child is released. Your whole again, or
at least your getting there. I
scream to the heavens and say thank
you because I know this time it’s
different. I know you
need, you strive for, you admire
the one and only creator who has
saved you from un-satisfaction.
Now when I look at you, I don’t see
those tears in your heart, I see the
mercy of the father consuming your
soul.