Vlora Obertinca: The strength of healing

How do I find strength

To go on fighting,

When everything hurts

The pain covered my body.

Do you feel the pain of the needles

Piercing me intensely ?

I am like a wounded warrior

Defeated from the struggle.

I have lost the battle

The sward pierced me deep,

It touched my heart

It can never be healed.

The hardest battles

Are saved for the skilled warriors,

I am down on my knees

But I don’t want to surrender.

I rise up my sward

Resurrecting from the death,

To return victorious in the battle

I didn’t created myself.

For I am a fighter

I fight till the end,

I don’t give up easy

I swore by my name.

No battle in this world

Can’t divide us from each other,

I will raise like Phoenix

From the ashes if it’s necessary.

Wake up and see the scares

Left on my chest,

Come and heal them

With your healing hands.

For we are twin hearts

With the same memories,

The same love runs through them

Only you have the power to heal.

For we came together

From the 5th dimension,

To rescue each other

While we learn our lessons.

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