My Soul
Im falling in place, but at My own pace surrounded by Faith,
yet this all seems a mistake as My heart begins to race,
I see the sweat dripping from My souls face,
but I'm making no haste as i bake My fate,
bitter as it seems the honesty i taste,
choking back the tears of late.
This is a conscious take, so the pain fills the lake,
its like I'm drowning in fate but I eat an apple every day,
And I'm not afraid, cause deaths the only things thats always been certain,
so as the curtains close,
I do supposed, My conscious approaches
the floor.
Shine the light on the words as they hobble out the door,
I say I’m blessed cause I plan,
We all ascend above man,
and our souls are the divine lands, we should protect them with our hands,
weather conscious or not these words will touch the heart.
I see the art of the dark it glitters and sparks rocks that ark cross the stars leaving humans in awe.
Don’t you hate on heart My conscious is dark,
like space it births lights as gifts to the trees,
so from my conscious please,
can you stop destroying these!
Copyright © Rospel Funk | Year Posted 2016
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