The spirit's room
There's a spirit in the room,
Within it's shell so full of gloom,
There's a spirit inside,
That lives to die,
The body becomes a tomb.
Hear my spell,
Let dispel,
Oh misery and doom.
You seem unwell,
Surviving hell,
Now eat the mystic shroom.
We'll find your might,
divining light,
And never leave the room.
Spirit rise,
Renewing eyes,
Be well again here soon.
Smiling wide,
Oh joyful pride,
Like medicine on spoon.
The soul inside,
had nearly died,
Before it's journey to the moon.
Your broken heart,
Let healing start
A tree just lightly pruned.
For though we fall,
We're risen tall,
Strength finding greater room
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