O dying soul of mine

O dying soul of mine, weary and worn,

In the depths of despair, your spirit torn.

Lost amidst the shadows, a flickering light,

Aching for redemption, yearning for respite.

Through the shattered dreams and broken vows,

You’ve witnessed life’s cruelty, its harshness and hows.

Yet within your essence, a glimmer remains,

A spark of hope that dances through the pains.

Though the world may crumble, and dreams may fade,

Within your fragile heart, a melody is played.

For deep within your core, resilience resides,

A belief that in darkness, a new dawn abides.

In the depths of despair, where tears freely flow,

You hold onto faith, refusing to let go.

Though sorrows may encase you, like chains that bind,

You envision a future where solace you’ll find.

So let the winds of time carry you away,

To a realm where sorrows yield to brighter days.

Embrace the fleeting moments, as life unfolds,

For within your dying soul, hope yet beholds.

O dying soul of mine, hold onto that light,

Let it guide you through the darkest of night.

Though the road is arduous, and burdens weigh,

Believe that in surrender, strength shall hold sway.

For within your weary heart, a fire still burns,

A fervent desire, a lesson yet learned.

In the face of adversity, you will rise,

And reclaim the fragments of your shattered skies.

So let the world bear witness to your plight,

For even in darkness, you shall ignite.

O dying soul of mine, hold onto hope’s embrace,

For in your resurrection, a new chapter takes place.