The Lost Souls


There is nothing that takes place inside here that’s known.
From the halls of the mind, to the fire of the sun.
When we ask you with tears, when we love you with haste
We take it to the halls, to the tongue, to the taste.
But you       you take to the streets
To the ground, on the run.
All that is sweet and all in good fun.
And we absorb all that fury
The living, the dead.
The shrine of the lost souls, waiting to find you instead.
And when you are found, the light beckons near
Shine to the heaven, shudder the ear.
Place the path that guides straight ahead.
The light, oh, the light         oh, take me instead.


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