The Soul Goes Home
Grey clouds scatter the skies as the stream flows within his eyes A lifeless soul revived through the threat of life no longer being alive As sour waters trickle upon the tip of his earthe world spins wildly, smothered thoughts are now becoming clear The purpose of sleep was not only for dreams, but to rest in the innocence of one's own soul, where no evil intervenes And now, all thoughts behind schedule the last chapter done, Cloudiness being replaced with memories of where he's from The pleasures of where he's goin, relaxin now as the soul separates and his time winds down Returnin him to a place where he was originally found.
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