Lost Pieces of me, Soon to be Found

Lost pieces of me, soon to be found Weather in low places or on high ground Come gently and awaken my senses to the life that was meant for my soul Be it that you are puzzle pieces, Each one fits in the grooves of the facade of my being. Bring light tot he dark places, filling in the empty spaces. Bring back the good that could ever be true. The truth that there is worth in this chasm of a soul. Let the breathe of this life nourish the Earth. Bring forth the gifts of it's Worth. We my strive to be perfect, but perfection is destruction. Just strive for the goodness of Hope, Faith, and Love and let them beith your commandments. The past is a pasted thing. Its presence is no longer require in my future plans. But let me bring back the elements of my substance, of the preciousness within me. So that joy still breathes. So that hope is still alive. And life is easier to survive. Hold on to these gifts, these elements, these good things of precious value. Keep them alive and within you. Because whilst there living these gifts will keep on giving. And I'm sure enough to bring back the good gifts of my soul. For they are what made joyous this spirit and uplifted this soul. Alive will I keep them to forever be.