My soul always sang
Even as my heart broke time and time againIt continued singing.
It was OK with being left out
OK with being second best
Story of my life
OK with watching others win
That's what friends do
Be noble and kindIy tried all of that , but It just grew weary overtime
Once it cracked and twice some more
Nothing could fix it
I tried searching for the remedy
Exhausted every vice that worked once upon a time.
If my soul suffers any more pain what would become of me
I want to be whole again I prayed
How?
How does one mend a lacerated soul? Kindness and Comfort you would say
How, when I know of neither.
©mayalinah