SOUL

© RYAN GUILEY

They changed the plans, not I,

Having four options for another try,

Now you are moving away from your location,

Stay put, I’ll be back to sense your station.

 

Maybe the children will be asleep,

But their eyes will open very deep,

I know exactly what goes on,

It won’t be that much long.

 

I could sense your soul close by,

I didn’t retreat if you question why?

The pain will never go away,

I will never know if you will be back to stay.

 

Maybe, I should be so happy and celebrating,

But in the end, as long as there is no waiting,

It doesn’t have to revolve around anyone,

It is just the beginning before it gets undone.

 

They have made so many deals,

Never an explanation to still steal,

Somehow I will cheer up and laugh,

But the lines are written on the graph.

 

Only you have a slight idea what they did,

Making a future forecast to make a bid,

The callous behaviour and the hecklers,

I am who I am, and didn’t need the lecture.

 

Of the horrific crime, not once, many times,

The have crossed so many stationary lines,

They assume it will get better and a breeze,

But they have caused the illness with their sneeze.

 

Moment after moment, it’s all has changed,

I don’t want you to cry or be out of my range,

I have never experience so much deception,

Somehow we will make it through perfection.