It's not pity it needs, neither does it need sympathy
It's a soul bruised, haunted by ghosts past
The spirit still grieves, from a bleeding heart
It longs for peace, and some rest
Do not look at it in sorrow, for it just rests
The spirit in submission, waiting to break loose
As the last of the chains rust, closer to thee freedom
The breeze of the outside stirring the resting soul
Patience kindred spirit, soon we shall roam
A soul unbridled, a spirit untamed
To flow with the wind, and shine with the stars
The world in its grasp, endless possibility
Patience is all it asks for, as it cleanses
As old skins are shed, and torment exorcised
Will you be there kindred spirit, will you wait?
For this soul needs healing, and rest
Do not look in disgust, nor be hasty kindred spirit
Submission is not breakage, just living to fight again
A resting soul is vulnerable, and needs protection
When it rumbles in awakening, will you be there?
Or will our spirits roam wild and free alone?
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