Oh my what have we here
Tis it some thing that is dear
This thing that will not die
But trys to soar so hi
Oh my what have we here
Tis it some thing we can hear
This thing that has no bounds
But does not say a sound
Oh my what have we here
Tis it some thing we can hold near
This thing that is so pure
But knows not it's mind for sure
Oh my what have we here
Tis it some thing we do bare
This thing that has no weight
But knows not how to hate
Oh my what have we here
Tis it some thing we should fear
This thing that has no mind
But knows not human kind
Oh my I do see
It is some thing it was me
This thing that is not whole
Knows now it is my soul
Reason for writing:
I was into soul searching at the time
Birth sign: Not entered
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