Tuesday 22 March 2016

Whole Soul

Say what you will and do what you must
But what will you have when everything is dust
A house filled with things and no life
Memories full of petty strife
Afraid of your own soul -
Because you will never be whole
So you tear at our flesh, to pull us down
You stand there with that silly frown
But the more you say, the more I see
That unlike you, we are truly free
We have souls that stand as one
So brush it off, we have already won

Ghost