His voice, a balm, that soothed my soul
A gentle breeze, that made me whole
He saw the beauty, in the broken parts
And helped me heal, with loving starts
But still, I wonder, in the dead of night
If I'm still the beast, that I once fought
Or if I'm just, a work of art
A masterpiece, straight from the heart
The way he said it
The things he said
Am I still the beast I think
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