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although my body can take the pain
my soul, alas can't take the strain
the wounds that lay battered upon my skin
now with time slowly dim
the wounds that lay open on my soul
break my heart, I'm no longer whole
how can I face what I should be
without a soul am I still me?
But when I think about the tears
I've seemed to have shed, through so many years
I slowly start to understand
It's not a soul that makes a man
It's what we go through in our life
The pain, the struggle, the hurt, the strife.
With time and help a soul can be strong,
Growing past the bruises that linger so long.
For a bruised soul can take a lifetime to feel
but with faith and love in time it can heal.
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