𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳
A soul once pure, now wounded and worn,
By the trials and tribulations of life's storm.
The heart, once full of hope and light,
Now heavy with sorrow, and weighed down by night.
The mind, once clear, now clouded and gray,
As the world's cruel hand has shaped and molded away.
The spirit, once free, now bound by chains,
As the wounds of the...
By the trials and tribulations of life's storm.
The heart, once full of hope and light,
Now heavy with sorrow, and weighed down by night.
The mind, once clear, now clouded and gray,
As the world's cruel hand has shaped and molded away.
The spirit, once free, now bound by chains,
As the wounds of the...