Soul Child
There once was a beautiful woman whom loved mankind,
Until her rock quivered and now is somewhere out of her mind,
Trying to find her way back climbing to the top,
As His arm stretches for her so she can see and not stop.
Her love of life shone like the suns warming rays,
And her hair glistened in the wind as it sways.
Her spirit flew amongst the clouds and the skies,
With love in her heart many teared and yelled out cries.
But her fate in humanity had placed her back on the ground,
Where all she heard was hatred and a crying sound,
Coming from within her caused by the ones she loved most,
Beat her mind until she could not see, as they just all boast.
Her tears flow from deep within, crying for Peace and Love,
That will be given to her from the glorious light above.
Until then she weeps for all mankind as her spirits flame goes out without a sound.
Walking around in a dark place where it keeps her bound.
Searching for her light she keeps climbing to the top as she reaches for His hand,
She looks above to see His face and could only see the image of man done in sand.
She let go once again, and falls away hoping her Angel will be there to hold her from slipping away.
Her belief in trust and love that she held so fierce, fell away and went astray.
She holds the key to her very own heart, which is now locked with great sadness as it weeps.
She gives up hope to find peace and love and walks in the darkness as the Lion sleeps.
Her hands grasp for each and every stone to climb that mountain high above.
Hoping for God to bring her a sign, the white feathers of the dove.
Look above my lil lost soul, there is a hand reaching for you.
Climb those rocks so you can see the light which is there for all too.
Your Angel stands beside you lifting you higher,
Bet ya can't feel her bedcause your heart will tire.
Just reach out my child and He will find you,
As they say, patience is a virtue.
Go in peace and worry no more,
Cause time you have to explore.
Trust in God and you will find your peace and love,
Get back ontop the mountain because something awaits you, your feathery dove.
Cry no more my spirit and soul.
The Talliman already paid the toll.
Be still my heart and rest awhile, and when you should wake,
There is this big world that you must undertake.
The whole world is for you to be wild,
For you are His our little Soul Child.
©Copyright: Adhdharley aka Ridemlow
February 28, 2005
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