For the Health of a soul
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For the health of a soul.
I write when my soul
Has been filled to the brim,
With the things that I see
And the wealth of my sin.
For the wall of this heart,
Cannot bear too much load
For my sake right now,
It all must unboard.
So I think and I muse,
And I tip my swell pen,
And I let it run over,
From now till the end.
It spills into words,
That capture my pain,
It fills me with love,
Again and again.
Because when I write,
I lose all that's wrong,
I take away the grit
That ruins life's song.
For the health of my soul,
I must let it all go
Because it can poison
The happiest soul.
So I write to lift up
What the world can pull down
I write to stay joyful
When the sun has gone down.