The Lifting
As he lifts me
I know not the out come
Once again I am a part of him
Once again I feel his passion
In his hand I am alive, I speak,Breathe and Bleed
I feel his heart beat;All that he is
Read his words for they are in my blood
It is his the passsion in his heart
Which allows me to release
Who am I?
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