The Cure

The Cure

By Shaire Blythe

Friday, February 19, 2016

My spirit, let me near you

A healer, you're see through

No ones perfect, I'm no angel

But I'm trying

See the wounds, see mine too

Vulnerability, I will not release you

No, I'll fight through

All barriers

I might scare you

I didn't mean it

It's my feelings

Take what's broken

I will fix it

Brand new

My spirit, got no conquest

Pull you in, if you're down for it

I'm down for real

If you come correct

And if you run I cannot say it was unexpected

Life is no fairytale

Love gets ruined

I might lose myself in a fairytale

But I was guided there

Molded to believe in no fear

I didn't mean it

It's my feelings

Take what's broken

I will fix it

Brand new

Let her discover you

I'ma go my way, if that's okay

Of course it's okay

You've made up your mind anyway

I'm just a healer

Find, mend and deliver you

Always the healer

At times, I feel wrong

I need the cure

Not for a moment and I'm back to blue

Give me that endless time

Then, I'm not sure

No, I'm not sure