Soul Reader
Come sit down inside
Let me look into my ball
Let me tell you what I see
Let me glance into your soul
It doesn't cost that much
Only a touch of your hand
Then I can conjure up
What it is you don't quite understand
You may come in as a skeptic
At first you may laugh it off
I'll show you things you've yet to see
I will tell you where you've been
I'll draw you into my wicked stare
Leaving you asking for more
Giving you something to finally believe in
When all your faith has gone
Before you go away from me
You'll want to visit me again
For I hold all the answers you seek
Without me you feel you can not live
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
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