The Song Of My Soul

What I want and must do, they don't always match

Sometimes I feel like they never do

Between my heart and mind, there's a mismatch

And while they argue my soul sings songs of sorrow

But my hope is to sew the strings of a better tomorrow

Because I know I'll make it through what it is I'm going through

Because others have made it too

So when I do, I should help whoever is still in it too

Because now, I can see the signs of stress of a soul out of synch

I can see through the stories they tell, I can see what's true

I can see what they're going through and be the help they seek through what I speak

Because I've been stuck in such a storm, and know the songs the sailors sing

A storm that swings a soul by the last strand of hope's string

So let me sing the song of my soul into the sails, to set sail a course for you, out of the storm

For you to see the shine of the sun that distills the soul

The story of this journey will instill a sense of hope in the spirits still seeking

So I'll keep singing

This is, The Song Of My Soul