Gunning for my soul,
Lot of shots to take.
Higher risings of the warnings ahead raises the stakes.

Often feeling all on my own
Keeping close to myself, guarding my soul.

Still who really knows of a place
Of hiding my fears behind this crooked face.
Out in the world of it's empty space
Beating on troubles with a rusty old mace.

Soul.
O'how I have you close to my keep.
In your shadowy depths you often hold my feelings and secrets of deep.
And I hear you often crying out to speak.
But the words you have left are so hardest to reach.

Taking so these shots, we're both on guard.
For life is no easy trip when everyone acts so hard.
Still let's play to life's game as a wild card.
Let it not take control of us while we still remain in charge.