Soul

There is a hole in my soul That will never be filled again. Or so I thought. The I found you, You found me. The hole is still there, yes, But it's better now. The cavernous depth The velvet darkness of the hole scared me, I felt emptier than a dried up well and more barren and lonely than a single tear falling from an eye. But you patched it over There are big wooden planks and a sign that reads: "Don't think about this and don't worry, It's going to be O.K." And you know what? I'm going to be O.K.