Their tattered souls
scream in agony.
The wrongs they performed,
are out
in the open -
dissected, scrutinized,
hidden no more
from existence.
There is no way
to undo,
what has already
passed.
they say, 'break those walls, fellas,
break those walls
and see eye-to-eye and heart-to-heart.
Shake a hand,
and share a hug.'
Fix their tattered souls
with LOVE.
With all the love you have -
and go on,
on your way...
gathering goodness
in your pockets.
That's all there is, my friend.
That's all there is, to know.
And that's all there is, to do.
~
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