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My Weary Soul
My soul is weary and tired of the fight;
surrounded by walls, it finds no light.
Yearning and aching, my heart cries out,
feeling scared now and full of doubt.
I need to know, where is my Knight?
Does he exist; the one in all white?
Looking so intently for him to appear,
I was not aware that he was near.
His eyes of blue I like to see,
and kiss him tenderly as they look at me.
He removes so slowly the layers of my soul
and makes me wonder the nature of his goal.
My soul is weary and tired of the fight;
surrounded by walls, it finds no light.
Yearning and aching, my heart cries out,
feeling scared now and full of doubt.
It is I, at times, that he holds close,
and my love for him will never let me go.
But his horse is tethered to another’s post.
His love his given to her the most.
Stolen moments, too few for me,
cloud my head and I cannot flee.
But our love cannot last, this I believe.
He belongs to another and he will never leave.
My soul is weary and tired of the fight;
surrounded by walls, it finds no light.
Yearning and aching, my heart cries out,
feeling scared now and full of doubt.
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