A soul is like an aching wind,
It slips beneath the door,
Its needs are never plain to see,
But longing, how they roar.
A soul forever lost will be,
If searching doesn't find,
Death and life both pointless,
A heart that's left behind.
By me, Gipsie
It slips beneath the door,
Its needs are never plain to see,
But longing, how they roar.
A soul forever lost will be,
If searching doesn't find,
Death and life both pointless,
A heart that's left behind.
By me, Gipsie
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