They say, with time it heals all wounds
Sometimes, it’s the place where grace just enters you
Damaged goods, callous scar tissues
Singing the blues, while nurturing my bruise
Leading with logic and not with my heart on my sleeves
My heart can disappoint me, but my mind perceives
Self-determination was part of the healing
Pain is human, but I learned that being true to myself is quite appealing
I am my own primary priority
Started with Me, Morally
I had to dig a little to find her
In silence, I can hear her affirmations whisper
Mending myself, transforming
Honey attract flies, because they swarming
Loving myself first, watching my blessings fall in place
I have a story to tell, make room in your book case
