Made of all but little bones for a frame
all soft like a roll of neat white tissue
Tucked and packed like a postcard
Mailed to a distant land for a dear one
Beneath all of this is the cracked shell
All broken and covered in flow of tears
Tender Soul
Near to my inner core the tear felt most
It is natural to be feeble when it all rocks
Breathe out the rivers of sac emotions
Make room to dry patch for new growth
Forget the pretense that clouds the skies
Look forward through changed seasons
Tender Soul
Entreat the shames to valleys but rise up
Bang the shots of naked hatred about you
Cover the menacing tug of riots with words
Placid as streams in nature attract grandeur
Humbly the persistence for better enlarges
Pulse at every leaf sway enjoy the intricacy
Tender Soul
