She is the Medicine

The damage had been done,
He was let loose into a path of self-destruction,
He was his own disease eating at his existence,
Tied up in noose as his path of resistance.

Every girl would get up and leave,
Every hope left him without a will to believe,
No faith to hold onto when he was struck,
Nothing to cope in a world barren in luck.

No longer torn,
Now freed from his own chains,
He is reborn,
Hatched from seed is a sprout of change;

She is the medic-une,
To reverse whats been done,
Using his lips to reconcile,
This curse by catching her smile.

Catching it on his own,
In her words he's finding home,
Cause she's his heart, his soul,
Where he starts, and where he shall go.

She's the destination,
On the voyage of his recreation;
He looks in her eyes only to find,
That he sees a light divine.

A light to guide him through,
His path to something new;
The true God is within his life,
The being that is perfect, to become his wife.