The wind of your Soul
Gathers de dust from below
The breath of our Souls
Whispers the pain from its core
The depth of your Soul
Exceeds the light years of lore
The confusion of our Souls
Brings out the rain from desert holes
And the day breaks up like a Spell
One day it’s Heaven and the other it’s Hell
The grin of your Soul
Can bring out light from a Black Hole
The fusion of our Souls
Fires up stars like two small coals
The scream of your Soul
Reads like an old poetic scroll
The gap between our Souls
Spells out Macbeth, Hamlet and Gore
And the day breaks up like a Spell
One day it’s Heaven and the other it’s Hell
But Hell has some Heaven and Heaven some Hell
Embrace up the contrast and live up the spell
