My slow soul surrenders to this fast-paced world.
Once again, it’s trapped between hardened walls.
It spends its days lamenting its previous wars.
It lost, but didn’t it choose to?
Didn’t it give up too soon?
To this day, my soul seeks to escape this heat.
And, under God’s sun, it’s left with no option,
but to feed itself with its fallen tears.
Tonight it cried itself to sleep
to avoid falling in too deep.
Some souls look for their way back into heaven.
Others rebel and choose to die with their shame.
But, mine just wants to survive,
and it’s tired of giving
’cause it’s fighting to live.
My slow soul feels the burden to stay in earth’s company,
but, the world is heavy to carry cause its light’s fading.
Only hearts can hold it together, but only a few souls have homes
where hearts can grow.