Soul Alone

Wisps of smoke around my eyes, and big bright eyes above my head- Seen a lot of dreams, seen a lot failings. But I keep on going, stretching my voice till it’s ripped apart – chord by chord, tone by tone. My songs may be the paradise for the lonely soul, but through my rags and through my beards- all I really care is that you see me. See my not through my skin, blood and bones; But as me, as my soul alone.

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