My Soul

All day I think about where humans come from
My soul is an old soul
I feel like my soul is like a bird dying to spread its wings and fly away

Who hears my voice
Whose shadows I
See passing by the corner of my eye
What source is so strong to bring life and death
And keep our souls rotating in the circle of life

My soul fly on its own sometimes and Sometimes in a group of mix souls
Never remembering where it’s been or where it is going to
Adding to the essence of life mystery’s

Singing to itself, staying away for years and coming back to the fountain of life as an old soul