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A soul's cry
Something is wrong and I can't quite pin it,
Something is twisted but I can't unfold it,
Something is sick and I can't heal it,
Something is broken and I keep walking on the shards,
Something is angry but I don't know where,
Something is crying but I only hear the echos from a far.
I've been told these vacant cries are sounds of the soul,
Pained and wounded ,
Empty running astray.
A soul is a wondering child,
Each new bit of information will change it,
Rather negative or positive.
Change will be made like flowers in a field,
Spring over winter,
Don't let that flower child wilt with hatred of words gone by.
© ·BlackCat·
Something is twisted but I can't unfold it,
Something is sick and I can't heal it,
Something is broken and I keep walking on the shards,
Something is angry but I don't know where,
Something is crying but I only hear the echos from a far.
I've been told these vacant cries are sounds of the soul,
Pained and wounded ,
Empty running astray.
A soul is a wondering child,
Each new bit of information will change it,
Rather negative or positive.
Change will be made like flowers in a field,
Spring over winter,
Don't let that flower child wilt with hatred of words gone by.
© ·BlackCat·
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