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Soul
I am tired it seems, no place to go
Want to go away, where know one knows
Like to have my life, what-ever that might be
To wash me down the river, to cleanse my soul
To come back up a new, perhaps
Or stay down deep with-in
Letting it flow, so cool it feels
Stillness, becomes my soul
Sleep feels like a place to be
Shutting my eyes, to not see
Slowly sinking, down to the bottom
As it slowly takes away, my mind, my soul
Tears mix and wash, with the tide
As blueness lays all around
Comforting as I go
For I now not feel, my soul
©
Dove Wings
1999
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