As each day rolls around,

It brings up some facts, quite profound 

The day before yesterday;

Clouds glide over bold black sky 

Even the stars , at long last die,

They then fall from the sky.

Such is the case with a heart,

Created flawed, from life departs.

But a glorious soul, will never die,

Though it may wander through the skies.

It will outlive the stars that shine,

For a soul reflects the divine.