To Turn My Soul
To turn my soul a feet untested unless by god who gives no guesses.
To turn my soul From black to white but other colors would be alright like
gold or silver, red or blue, or the colors of the English rose a scarlet
Blaze of lovers cloves.
To turn my soul to to ungrateful passion a worse fate then any once told to truth of all i
rather be bold.
To turn my soul would be a crime for only god can cast this shepherds mind.
Copyright © Jeff Smith | Year Posted 2009
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