I am here

I am the flame
The fire that licks your wounds
You may have cried all night
Looking for me in your dark hours
But open your eyes
It is morning yet again
I am the balm of Gilead
I come with a cleansing power
I will wipe your face
And place a kiss on your lips
But even if you choose death
And the clouds to hide in
I will wait for the rains
When you will come as drizzle
Touching my face
With your gentle fingers
So I can hold you anew again

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