The Soul where flowers grow

Compassion rains down like spring showers in May

Sweet soul gentle as the summer wind

Deep within her bosom lies a sadness her eyes will not betray

She flares every now and then

But like a pot when the fire no longer burns the steam slowly fades

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Sweet soul those tears that flows that no one knows

The cries in the midnight that no one hears

The ache in your breast that will not be ignored

Try as you might it, you must address

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Sweet soul lay your weary head here

Empty yourself of all your fear

Let that which is truly you shine through

Unhampered by fear or doubt

Let sweet soul fly high

Soar to the sky

Sweet, sweet soul