The Shaman.

I am a shaman for my people,
My friends, my family,
They call me when they need me,
For a shoulder or to grieve,
Or to relieve the doubts within them,
The fears that show their face,
Words that start to trickle,
Form a river of their fate,
Fear not the clouds above you,
The thunder that does boom,
Release the worry that makes you weary,
You will not, be consumed,
You will roar amidst the thunder, friend,
Lend me now your ear,
Your strength does bloom,
When you, close the tomb,
On the doubts that drag you to tears.

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