Turning to a fallen soul Thinking one has just to care But is it really just the fear Of losing one that's lost it all Or is it the super-conscious desire To witness all To savour it The smell and taste of sheer destruction That doesn't touch That doesn't feed Turning to a fallen soul Putting a blanket over its old wounds But still it's bleeding Still it's in need Of a seer to see through A wiseman to understand A shoulder to lean on When all the dreams are gone But I am none of this I just provide the signs And try to give the right directions By placing them just right There's no more I can do And caring not enough Is the very thing I fear When turning to a fallen soulBirth sign: Capricorn
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