This Soul

It helps me,
In every moment I live.
It helps me,
In deadly sands,
In burning sun,
When I survive.
And I know, I’m sure,
I hope, it’ll help me,
Throughout my life.
B’cause it’s my nice friend.

I think, I know,
That ’tis the one,
That kept me under its light,
And showed me the right way,
To its home.

‘Tis that sight,
That welcomed me,
With the enlightening light,
With the awakening sound.

‘Tis that abundance,
That gave me,
The strengthening might,
The abundant source.

‘Tis that truth,
That companied me,
For a distance while,
And showed me the right way,
To my true way.

And then I returned,
With the thought that I’ve learned,
The knowledge, the truth.
And I started walking my way,
Listening to it,
Ignoring the world.

Its yours, mine,
And of all others,
It’s divine, the only soul.

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