with which I need to make me whole.
It is my currency in knowing,
which decisions will keep me growing.
I must keep it safe and sound,
in this world where thievery abounds;
Because once somebody steals my soul,
they take me with them; I grow old.
Guard my heart and quicken my senses,
help me not to forsake my defenses.
Lock and key, shelter me,
from a lack of:
love,
compassion
and humility.
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