| A Tortured Soul A life wasted away found buried in a hole never seeing the light of day A body crumbling around the soul, forgotten A mind that cannot think anything but bad thoughts Someone lights the way the light will come pouring in someday Suddenly it will become morning without any warnings Morning, not what it seems a new beginning with new dreams for the soul that was unloved a fresh start will soon come The soul will bloom like a flower and will shower the world with joy |
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