MY SOUL
The white, paled by the scepter..
That wielded the haven of solitude..
A timid heart, strong-willed to face the better..
Battered to its bones by servitude..
Conscious, the road to greatness is seen..
Never succumbing to the whims of peer influence..
Bt with a face pale blue yet keen..
It wishes for the cuddles of humility in affluence..
Swinging low, the winds blow..
And whispers to my soul to flow...
With the sea, and all his friends..
But i fought the beast, resisting to blend..
The urge to be unique, be the change..
Affecting the minds of the mild and weak..
The nile river lies now in wait..
So sail, dear soul, conquer the creeks..
And tho the path i seek is throned..
By prickles of the cactus plant..
I seek not more, than thee, reborn..
Anew, in spirit... Forevermore...
The white, paled by the scepter..
That wielded the haven of solitude..
A timid heart, strong-willed to face the better..
Battered to its bones by servitude..
Conscious, the road to greatness is seen..
Never succumbing to the whims of peer influence..
Bt with a face pale blue yet keen..
It wishes for the cuddles of humility in affluence..
Swinging low, the winds blow..
And whispers to my soul to flow...
With the sea, and all his friends..
But i fought the beast, resisting to blend..
The urge to be unique, be the change..
Affecting the minds of the mild and weak..
The nile river lies now in wait..
So sail, dear soul, conquer the creeks..
And tho the path i seek is throned..
By prickles of the cactus plant..
I seek not more, than thee, reborn..
Anew, in spirit... Forevermore...
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