Damaged Soul
Her soul is like....
Torn apart, that can't be stiched
Darkness, that can't be lit
Chains, that can't be broken
She always wonder why?
She can never get an answer
She dosen't know where to go
She dosen't know what to do
All she wants is to be free
There's something that has her soul
There's something that won't let go
She has to share her soul
With what?....
She will never know cause you can't see it
She can only feel it, She can't explain it
A soul that should be beautiful
A soul that should be free
A soul that should be happy
But instead.....It's gray and dark
But instead.....It's chained up
But instead.....It's very sad
A damaged soul
That is beyond repair
That is in so much pain
That has been this way.....Way to long
She dosen't know how to change it
So her soul can be free from everything that it feels
So it can fly.....Fly high and free
Until then her soul is very lost and so alone
Her soul is the damaged soul
Copyright © Agnes Lollman | Year Posted 2017
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