I search in need of my soul
I search in need for someone to hold
This gruesome life without a soul
Has left me battered and oh so old
Oh soul where art thou
My emptiness is about to plow
My seeds of wisdom passed me by
Now I am left here to die
Then came the wind of change
That wept me out in mid range
I held on tight put up a fight
And regained my soul again
Change is the only thing that is constant in our lives...
NEVER QUIT HOLD ON TIGHT- change must first begin with us.
Copyright © 2008 Ianthe Harris