The Nature of a Soul

I am an old soul. Made new in the rays of each sunrise I am runner. Made loyal to the limits of the ground I tread I am a foolish heart. Made sagacious by the love of a disorderly sea I am doubtful. Made faithful by the roots of steadfast trees I am fearful. Made valiant in the tongues of unquenchable fire I am not what nature intended but what became of its mercy The lessons I have learned are the scars I was fortunate to receive Though not incredibly considerable, I am my only copy My soul should not be repeated My mind should not revealed My heart should not be unguarded I am a sinner. Made to be forgiven