The Lost Soul

The finger prints upon my mirror, now vanish, with smeared lips, the faded face, now empty

Let the time heal, let the clouds float by, as the goats blood, bleeds, and the head rolls in the breeze

The lost soul, the deprived lonely, where bones pile, to bury the ancient, the last of their kind

My mouth now wrinkled, my eyes, now squinted, my teeth rotten, and my neck, like the neck of a turkey

I was once young, very beautiful, full of life, energy, and desire, now, I am the old tree, crumbling branches

Cracking, falling, and forsaken, in the lost world, in the mistaken song, to teach me how to love again

Lost, no where to go, no place to dream, no where to speak my words, I have to start over, reborn, to make my life

A full circle, in the eyes of the spirit of the sky, in the dawn of a forbidden passage, I will live again, and be yours, until the end of time, eternally