Weathering Mind from Renunciation by rachele eve

I packed up to leave my city to fly to an island atoll
Where there is the man for my being, there lives the man for my soul
As any great goddess would do, amid the advice that ensued
I followed my love to the depth to mine the truth

I drank of his coffee each morning and I learned the meanings of longing
At the horizon by night, I promised myself I’d fight
My weathering mind


Now it’s good to be back in my city, it’s good to unite with my family
But I still carry black magic, oh it’s tragic
I’m dead to the world of anger, dead to the world of fear
Dead to those negative angels that chime in my ear

My weathering mind
My weathering mind

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