I make love to her mind Before I lay hands on her body They come to me for clarity
For enlightenment For guidance For a glimpse of truth For a glimpse of love
And I fulfill every need, Trim their thorns and plant new seeds. Influence them to believe, Give them wings, Stitch their wounds so they can’t bleed. Afterwards They thank me for setting them free, With new eyes to see. Then continue on their paths as they leave.. But what about me?