There is one kind of soul
The one that carries
the pain & sorrow
The one who keeps quiet
Doesn't say a word
Wide back, full of scars
Tired eyes, dry mouth,
sharp sword
Keeps on walking
doesn't say a word
Taken for granted, left behind
Stolen pride and forgotten
Heavy steps, low rumbling
Carrying the pain and laughs of others
Doesn't mind to be left out
It never belong to the bay
Without a home, never rests
It carries their lust,
spilled wine On it's back
Keeps on moving
That soul smiles at night
At the stars above,
Staring at the black cloth
Swinging tear drops
Diamonds from above
Waiting to be taken back
It just keeps on walking
Doesn't smile back
Carrying the weight of others
Until it finds a soul like mine
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
There is one kind of soul
The one that carries
the pain & sorrow
The one who keeps quiet
Doesn't say a word
Wide back, full of scars
Tired eyes, dry mouth,
sharp sword
Keeps on walking
doesn't say a word
Taken for granted, left behind
Stolen pride and forgotten
Heavy steps, low rumbling
Carrying the pain and laughs of others
Doesn't mind to be left out
It never belong to the bay
Without a home, never rests
It carries their lust,
spilled wine On it's back
Keeps on moving
That soul smiles at night
At the stars above,
Staring at the black cloth
Swinging tear drops
Diamonds from above
Waiting to be taken back
It just keeps on walking
Doesn't smile back
Carrying the weight of others
Until it finds a soul like mine
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