My soul grieves
for a soul;
a life lost,
to the world,
cold.
The world,
this life
full of pressure
she cannot keep.
So she frees
her soul,
for her soul
to cling to a
soul.
He tries
to stand on
the soles of
his feet
O how
he stumbles
and falls.
But how he bears,
for a life to be
shared with
a soul that
clings to his soul.
This spirit
awakened
from memory,
calls to his
bitter aid.
And as if
not even God can save him,
he is bound, chained
to the promise
he made.
O how my soul
grieves for
his soul!
And as he grieves
and weeps for
his own
It is far too late now.
Bound
between two dimensions
a chain.
'Til he fulfills
the promise made
to her.
A promise
for a dead soul.
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