The beautiful people I meet
The souls I plan to keep near
And to keep mine inside of me
With the wind calling my name whispering it\'s my time
when I\'m not ready yet
With the ground grabbing my feet way Stronger then the force of gravity
My fate seems so near
Once told your so close to perfection yet so easy to lose
A flower not yet welted
The eye faucets not yet used
Blood not yet seen
And heart still pumping
Mind fully used
Flowers still left behind
Heart no mind
Seems to be half alive
I live my days as if I\'ll live forever
I live my last not knowing its the end
No soul can replace another
No one can be exactly like another
Tears have a taste not always of despair
Life is not just hell it can be your heaven
hearing the wind a wind that will soon sound just like your voice
and a tree that starts to look just like you
and dirt that one touches a touch that is familiar somewhat the feeling of your skin
All things people take for granted
Some don\'t even think of
All connected
Yet that\'s just your shell
The soul is something that not one but God will choose
no one knows where your soul will lie
but you also never know when you will lose yours
A soul treated as a center piece
Life that needs to be used to the fullest
Your life is like a story but there\'s only one
Make a story worth reading
And treat yourself well
you turn into things that most people look past or shall I say
forgotten
But what matters is your soul and where it lies
The center peace of who you once where
Something seen by all
And always remembered
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