Feeling the need for a healing pod
A squad of cheer
Of rooting
Grow roots from there
And some loving light
Belief for my work filled head
Make me soar as in rise
Not sore as in dead!
Be my agent
Available dynamo
To venture
Stem fears from entering
Then stemming outwards
Tread soft thread of feeling
Then, spread the word…
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