Wandering Soul
She's so gorgeous
Yet all alone
The classic syndrome
That goes unknown
Untold until the gravestone is shown
How she got there,
No one knows
Still, she glows
Near or far, wherever you are
You can feel her presence
Its of precious essence
The man she adores
Truly loves whores
Or maybe it's the demons she fights
Those relentless creatures
that lurk beneath her
Lost in an interim reality
She looses grip with her only love, its fatality
The demise of her soul
Her eyes scream loud
"I just want to make you proud"
She's so gorgeous
Yet all alone
Please let the love fill her, before she turns to stone
How she got there
No one know will ever know
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