The Healing Touch of Love

I'm not your slave, I'm not your master, I'm not the cause of your disaster. you were you before I met you, you'll still be you , when I forget you. you came to me with broken hands, I wrapped them up in silver bands. A healing touch for simple things, but only God can mend your wings. go stand out in the morning light and pray to God to take your flight. unfurl those pinions take the breeze, I'll be beside you on my knees supplicating as you rise, I hope to God, this is Goodbye. I'm not your slave , I'm not your master, I'm not the cause of your disaster, you were you before I met you, you'll still be you, when I forget you.