Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.