Tattered Soul

There once was a story of an old woman
Who lived in a tattered soul

Walk on

A neverland of soul contradictions
Daylight mysteries, plights and anguish nights
Invisible to all
Even to those who knew her well

Walk on

Kept on a mantel of earthen sandstone
Her spirit journeyed into bounty waters
Carried by her spirit winds

Walk on

Frayed and worn edges noticed only in twilights
Between the dark and day
Trapped in some sort of forever purgatory
Waiting for a new dawn

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