What Is It
What is it my angel,
What is it that you fear?
You keep looking over your shoulder
Like you're runnin' from the years
What makes you slow to love me?
What made you not trust my kiss?
You keep trying to forget about something,
What is it my dear?
What makes you weep so much darlin'?
What made you shed your tears?
You keep hiding from the world,
Like you are afraid it will smell your fears.
Whatever it is that plagues you,
Whatever pain that you have seen
tell it all to me,
Give your troubles to me.
I am here for you forever
Or for how ever long you need me.
So tell me what ails your heart,
and i promise to make it better.
poem by Faith Franklin
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