For You Mi

My dear, do not cry

You are not those dirty lies

Let me wipe those tears from your eyes

You were taken, stolen from your home

When discarded souls become stone

Looked on as a pile of bones

I see you, I hear you love

Black bird turn into a white dove

Grace for you fits like a glove

Fix your gaze on what’s not yet seen

As before a mirror you sit and bleed

Love washes over you, it makes you clean

What if I showed you light?

Justice for what you need not fight

A world for you with things right

That alone would give me joy

To love a girl as a boy

You’re a bride not some toy

I turn over tables in the heavens

I yearn for opportunity to cleanse

And have you see yourself by my lense.

Written by Meg