Soul

If you could see your soul tonight,

How much would you grieve?

For all the damage it has suffered,

And all the broken pieces that are missing.

For all the time that’s been wasted,

And all the harsh words that bite.

We try to express how we feel with words,

But they never turn out quite right.

So, when people ask how you’re doing,

You tell them you’re no longer construing.

Because you’re just trying to hold on tight.