Old Soul

Old Soul,

I give you the control.

You know what I need

To make me whole.

Old Soul,

I give you the control.

You know what I need

To make me whole.

Don't want to live life from my mind.

I never know what I will find.

My random thoughts my day through out

Are usually tinged with fear and doubt.

Don 't want to live life from my heart.

My empathy would surely start

To feel the pain of those around

Then to their fear I would be bound.

Old Soul,

I give you the control.

You know what I need

To make me whole.

Old Soul,

I give you the control.

You know what I need

To make me whole.

You send me messages and signs.

I don't listen! I cross the lines.

I go my own way round instead.

Follow the path inside my head.

You're more connected to source,

So beam me up and plot the course.

I'll do whatever that I should.

Just want to be the greater good.

Old Soul,

I give you the control.

You know what I need

To make me whole.

Old Soul,

I give you the control.

You know what I need

To make me whole.