I feel as if my soul is holding onto the edge of a chasm and I could fall at any time.
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ғᴀʟʟ, ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ғʟʏ.
My soul is to heavy to fly.
тнen leт yoυr ѕoυl ғall ιnтo тнe cнaѕм and planт ιтѕelғ ιnтo тнe groυnd ѕo ιт can grow ιnтo a тree.
But there is a long winter ahead. Will you take care of my soul?
ι wιll ĸeep yoυr ѕoυl warм wιтн мy own, and waтer ιт wнen ѕprιng ғιnally coмeѕ. ιт wιll grow ѕтrong and provιde ѕнade and ғrυιт ғor every oтнer ѕoυl тнaт ғallѕ ιnтo тнe cнaѕм wιтн yoυ
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Broken, Bent, Becoming Whole
PoetryThese are just various verses and choruses in songs I'm working on. They can be read like poetry, but I hope to put them to music someday.