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If I could wash away your infant tears with mine

I'd mingle our blood, our history, our sorrow

And show you your fears were grown in an earlier life  

And point to the hope of the eternal tomorrow.



I would replace the trace of that bittersweet wine

That sprinkles down your soul each night

And poisons the seeds that are buried in your past

With a new rain pregnant with hopeful insight.



I would teach you to learn the names of your demons

So you could see the shapes of their true faces

And they will flee you when you no longer feed them

And leave you with many green, fresh, fertile spaces.



I would help you light a candle, so that the inner eye might see

That the past is only a stepping stone for us to use to climb

That the rising sun illuminates your newness, your growth

That embracing your spirit will free you from the prison of time.



If I could, I would help you plant a rose

That will bloom in the heart of your happiness, your joy

It would show you your fragility is your greatest strength

That no worldly concerns could ever destroy



If I could, I would show you that your tears

Can sometimes become shining pearls

Precious pieces of an inner light at dawn

You will wear around your heart most delicately

And no demons will ever take them from you

For only you can hurt you from now on.