I spill my hearton pure white pages,and let the ink danceand twirl into thesplattered story of my soul.

I find solacein a serenadethe words of a strangerbringing comfortthrough the lines of a song,The pain intertwinedin the verses and half notesMy heart knows the wordsand I sing alongas my soul finds healingthrough a balladswirling through my stereo

When my worldwas nothing but darknessI set my soul on fire.

Her eyes look tired, but it’s her soul that’s truly weary.