Broken SoulA Poem by The Outlaws' SongI hope you enjoy it
Broken soul, torn and worn out Prisoner inside and out Shadow of a cold dark past Grieving angel and outcast
Broken soul of porcelain Canvas overcast and so unclean Remember how you were in your past days Bright ray of Sun, pure drop of Rain
Wipe away the dust of sorrow Relight the candle of tomorrow Stand up, don’t kneel and crawl Bravely carry on shoulders your heavy world
Child in Time and Son of Doom Exhibition of scars made up of gloom You wear on face double disguise One side is happy, the other one constantly cries
You make yourself content with screeds But make them look as if they’re what you need You never found the place where you belong You fear Time and people who forget your song
Name of God made up of sweat and tears Heavy icon of those who can listen and hear Over you Oblivion will never lie Your name is carved in stones that never die
But souls are not made of dimes Nor of fame and glorious times They are like turtle doves They need a pair and live through love
Broken Soul go find your love Find your pair and through life together shove Look for the soul who can complete your puzzle And take your time to heal, don’t hustle
Look for the Angel whose eyes will never lie To whom to give yourself without a blink of eye The one who has the key your heart’s core to unlock By your hand, until the end of time, through pain to walk
The one who’d never ask for compromises for her whims But who would gladly follow you even in dreams Her, who would smile at you every night and every day And, when in doubts, would help you find the way
Her, whose voice gives you the feel you’ll never wilt And who’d never let you bare a guilt Her, who can chase away the darkness inside your heart Who won’t ever again let your reasoning and heart break apart
Look for HER – the girl who can turn your shards back into a piece of Sun Who can bring to life the canvas and reveal your colors one by one The pair…soul mate….echo…half of a soul so broken Find her and give your love for so long kept unspoken
Broken soul, worn out and torn Caged behind a locked up door Smile when you cry and dry out when you scream Your life’s a nightmare, not a dream You are afraid to stand up from the ground You think to sadness you are bound But it’s your fault that your hope died You stopped believing and started downward to fly And now you find yourself in a precipice so harmful and so endless Where only your SoulMate could find you and heal you with tenderness. © 2008 The Outlaws' SongAuthor's Note
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Added on February 25, 2008Last Updated on March 14, 2008 AuthorThe Outlaws' SongSomewhere over the rainbow...Bucharest, RomaniaAboutI was born on the25th of May,1988-a sunny spring day meant to bring joy and happiness in my family. I grew up in Romania, took piano classes from the age of 7 to the age of 14. I wrote the first poem .. more..Writing
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