Born To Gift You Hope
Ever since the time began souls have learned to fly
sea legs frozen like the sky have you ever wondered why
that center core you call your heart never leaves your side
long before you talked your soul never whined or squawked
it only listened from inside where you tried to hide
That little thing you call your psyche, is a work of art !
Listen to its nudge and pull it will tell you when its full
conscience smart it whispers pure if you let it cure
That little soul that guides, should never be an aftermath
Ever since the time began, souls have learned to cope
it's the one thing always there, born to gift you hope.
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