Blackened Soul
I've seen a man
Who lied in bed
His soul was deepest black
I've seen a girl
He wanted dead
She never did come back
Maybe she did die away
Like the man, to a heart attack
Maybe she’s alive today
Like the man, still lifts her back
I’ve seen a man
Who died in bed
His soul was not of black
His soul was white
For he had no might
To take all the colors stacked
But a man who lied in bed
Can live on instead
When no color is lacked
One day his soul
Will go on to pour
Every color, all in tact
And when he sees his precious rainbow
He never will turn back
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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