Zory's Cucina

Lord, hold the time, Let me soak it in, Mesmerize the smell Of his baby skin, Hold him close for Just a little bit more, Before its time to let him soar.

I just love love trampling over snakes and scorpions, Rising up from the storm, Spitting the enemy in his eye When he tries I fill me with lies. Shaking the underground with shouts of praise. Weakening him at the knees when I take backs what the devil stole from me. Going into dark places, Gaining back a soul, Healing the broken, Mending the wounds, These are the things I love to do!