To Heal
It's the soft voices that heal a human soul,
when the heart is ripped by a word's wire.
Sincere caring makes the bandage
that covers the wounds from anger's fire.
The sweet acts of human kindness
puts balm upon a tortured soul.
As splinters of hate are quickly pulled out,
the bitter mind learns how to be whole.
The frozen heart melts in hope's tender embrace,
as it reaches past the masks of skin.
The only true way to heal the human race
is to release the rose of love from within.
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