Grace Wakeman - 4-1 Thoracic A4

I will change your name
You are no longer called wounded
I will clear the space
Offer up your shame
I will hold your face
Reminding you to stay

I will call you rainbow
You are made of water and light
Something of a paradox
How a storm would make you shine so bright

Written by:
GRACE K WAKEMAN

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