The Wandering Soul

I am the wandering soul,
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone,
Among the living;
I watch them thrive,
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive

I see the innocent laughter of the child,
And the silent tear of a girl,
The warmth of a mother’s love
And the arrogance enveloping this world
I see the good, the evil
Held within their hearts, I watch everything
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive

I do not feel,
The warmth of the morning sun,
Nor the kiss of the gentle breeze,
The coldness of the winter’s night
Nor the cheer of the colorful spring
For I am an outcast, but I watch them
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive

I am the wandering soul,
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone
I am condemned,
For I took away something,
Which I thought was mine,
A gift to be shared, and that gift was my Life…..