The Lonely Soul
The lost doesn't always grow up perfect
and their life is usually wrecked.
The lost doesn't know where to go
because all they have is their lonely soul.
But one day someone new comes
and helps brighten up their day some.
No one could see the pain
of the poor weakened soul to regain,
except that one that gives life to the souls veins.
The all knowing angel that gives life
introducing them to the perfect after life.
Knowing they'll always be unsteady,
but giving them a purpose to live already.
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