Soul Of A Song

I'm trying to find this thing that I've lost
A force or life or glimpse of the past,
I sit among people
In hope of relieving the pain that has formed,
Around strangers I've found a comfort
that my life is not alone,
Can everyone be happy, complete?
A bird, can you hear, sings a song to us,
A beautiful song
A song that says we're free.
Joy takes hold but my question lives on,
reality bubbling forth from a spring,
what hope do I have to live under chains
Attatched to my heart or naught?
Sit back and enjoy the tune,
there must be time enough to work.
A lion who prowls alone in the grass
Is still feared?
Friend or Foe?
Reason is left out of this music
Of course, to live by a song is crazy.
My mind has left,
With only a sense of direction and purpose
Do I dare go on?
Perhaps I'll find another song along the way...





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