As i throw my soul through every open door
Still i find not, what i am looking for
A picture, a painting, a face from my past
My soul to the future is fading away fast.
My mind is but empty and words are now gone
In a world full of misery my soul lingers on
I search for my sanity in many empty rooms
Get poisoned from the weeds, no sweet smell of blooms
I fear not the devil even if hes disguised
My world as been dominated from bitter sweet lies
Its a world that's all empty no where to go
My soul is my torture, my life tells me so.
Copyright© Sharon Brady.