My fair lady
My sweet heart
Why do you look so forlorn
Who whispered the lie
Made you cry
To think you were anything
Short of Divine
For you were born
You were raised
To live your life in the light
Poke a hole
Weave your way
Around and out
Of the tangled webs
Deceit and fear
Hatred, doubt
Leave these old patterns behind
Try on something new
A new vision for you
Let’s start with
You
Are
Enough
wonderful 💙
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