Out Soul

The Cold Harbour

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The bitterness of seeing a young man’s smile
In this journey of life,
I feel I have travelled for miles and miles
There is no one here I can call true friends
Trapped inside this feeling of isolation.
The rain fell hard on the wilting flower.
Old soul.

The dark cloud that hangs above
Hiding the shining sun, whose virtue
Once shed romantic lights of love.
Grieving over this shallow world
The end will be my beginning.

Through the passion and sacrifice of my hard life
Pray for us sinners now at the hour of death
Pray for us sinners
Does it matter if I have right or wronged
My short years feel so prolonged.
It been a long time coming, I’ve lost control.
The heavy burden of an old soul.