Some food for the tarnished soul
Hiding from the hearts of men
Just enough as we're in need
The air that comes now and then again
Segments of positive varients of fresh air
Little bits of nourishment to just feed
Could it be, that a soul surely will die?
Perhaps that the lives that we lead,
we're living it on a fly?
Just to go on floating in the sky
Below, and inside our hallowed surfaces
There must be some clean air to breath
Some food for the soul, as alot of us are in need
Unclean breaths of fresh air, those drowning in greed
Soaring high into new thoughtout horizons
Kind of hard within today's perspective
It is not really that suprising
The many options of our lives
And the various chances we must take
The steps into realizing what could be so infinite
Our ways of living that could make us great