Lost soul
By Jonathan m. Marshall
A lost travels
To lands unheard of
And are untold of
The soul is searching
For the one that
Is meant for it
Wither it be a person
Or it be a thing
This soul will see
A lost soul travels to
Places that are unspoken
And that are feared
The soul listens to
The stories of the these places
But never turns away
For it knows that
What it was searching for is there
A lost soul feels
Like a penny that was
Laid on the ground
And is forgotten by those
Ever with the world sees
It as someone's trash
It will shine as
Bright as the stars do
In the night sky
A lost soul seems to be
Draw between two worlds
But the worlds see
Only the parts that they hate
But the soul does not care
For it knows
That the one
It searches for
Is in one of the worlds
It does the truth
Of its path it choose