I have nothing to judge
Nothing to hide
Hold on to me
I don’t misguide
Free am I
Pure, Naked
My home is soul
I ain’t fake
Go not away
Try me, see
I come to save you
Or reasoning may sway
Love, Power, Purpose
All my precious gifts
Step on step I
Intercede and lift
My voice, bold and incessant
You think it deflects
O’ you poor, my love
Intuition is when truth connects
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