the healer

What makes a person always
think of another person
what is this word
what word can do this

How can this simple word love be it?

For it shatters the soul like glass
with cracks and splits the heart
destroys the bond with life
like de-welding the chains of life

Why does it shoot us to the sky?

What makes us think this why
is it buety what you evaluate
what will be learned throw the
soul what do I know

for what can i see through a window?

I know not of true love so
why do I speculate I'm only
a spectater,a lisenier,
a window of though

Why do my though run but never crash?

For i'm always in the blues never
preped with the light of love
it always supasses my mind
and it hits my heart like an iron fist

The wounder of life;is that what I'm

WIll i always me shut in the darkness
and to always walk the plains of death
alone and not unwilling to run free in
as if I knew not my destination

Shall i ever learn the powers of healing?

Maybe some day it will hit me
in hit head while I cry as if
some one threw me rose to pierce
my heart and hit me pioson me dead

Is a connection all i need to slow down?

But maybe's are never true there
only wispers of the wind that you
want to happen but may never happen
but there is no law against a wish

For i wish a angel would help me heal my wounds
the one how would be called to my eyes the healer?