You see my hair all perfect, no makeup, not a trace
My clothes all neat and proper, perfect pleat, my skirt
My heels, just inch, in patent, matched with crisp White shirt
You stare, you think, who is she, I wonder, what’s her name
I catch your glance, I smile, me I think the same
I wonder what your life is like, I guess you think that too
Why, when we look at others, we think perfect, never Blue
If we all could see internally, feel what others carry so
Would we reach inside, take out their pain, understand their Blue
If another hand, came to me, would I gladly let them see
Behind the smile, they first saw, would I give my pain for free
NO, would be my answer, my pain I need to heal
If it was to ever leave me, my journey not felt real
My pain it is my story, I hold within my Heart
The only time, I’d let it go, my prayer, is carried far
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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