Turning your back towards the damped soul Will only lead to the feeling of betrayal From the hell or heaven it might have returned Unknown is the source, need to make it whole
Traveled a million miles, distance unprecedented It is in search of it's identity, whether created or gifted To know the original address where it belongs to Otherwise it will be forced to be dented
From deep down somewhere, it is screaming Maybe in noise, it is often left unheard No, hearing it's cries only is not enough But you have to prevent the weaning
To love, to care, to nurture the inner desires Is all that is needed to be in an equilibrium Sometimes there needs to be an obsession To stop the thirsty soul, before it retires!
