Lost souls wonder
Lost people wander
both not knowing what they already have but knowing what they don't
Lost souls pray for a fixed heart, and wonder how they could have a smile that sets everything straight; a life that is being lived, not like not dying
Those lost people on the hand, keep close for warmth wandering streets looking for kind hearts
Begging for comfort in this season
Both looking for ways to be okay
This season maybe, just maybe we could all be of help
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
Lost souls wonder
Lost people wander
both not knowing what they already have but knowing what they don't
Lost souls pray for a fixed heart, and wonder how they could have a smile that sets everything straight; a life that is being lived, not like not dying
Those lost people on the hand, keep close for warmth wandering streets looking for kind hearts
Begging for comfort in this season
Both looking for ways to be okay
This season maybe, just maybe we could all be of help
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