Our soul is light and feather like,
It's the body carrying the burden of fleeting moments, of passing places and fading memories.
Our soul is light like the fluttering wings of a butterfly,
It's the body that's shackled in chains of promises made, of desires yet to be fulfilled.
I'd like to believe, that our Soul is light and free,
While the only prison is our body.
Perhaps One day, our soul will break free of it's prison and travel back to someplace with no chains or burdens,
To someplace with eternal peace.
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