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My Soul

The angels they tell me not to cry but also to cry as hard as I can

 

They tell me to wash out the pain but to keep some so I know what it is

when I feel it again

 

They tell me to let my heart bleed for others but also to mend it but not just for one

 

They tell me to look into the eyes of my lover and take him to heaven but to bring him back again.

Oh my angels can you just tell me when it’s my time to fly

 

Can you lead me to that heaven and please make me forget how to cry but bring me back

 

Please also angels when I bleed take my blood, for this blood has run around my soul and has powers within

 

Give this blood to my loved one s and let them feel the soul I have had to hide for eternity.

 

Let them feel what it is like to have a soul like mine

 

Not borrowed, not even pure but its strength has won a million battles, so dear angels I am now one of you with a bleeding soul.

 

IS THIS NOW MY TIME TO MEND!! OR DO I HAVE TO HIDE MY SOUL FOR ANOTHER ETERNITY WHEN IT WANTS TO NOW BE SHOWN

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jay-taylor
Scottish
Published
Jun 29, 2010
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Copyright 2010 Jay Taylor (Gautier)

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