Our souls are immortal, they're all that we have
Once our body has withered away.
Our souls are resplendent with patience and grace
And it's this that gets us through the day.
Our souls are all different (as far as we know)
Though there isn't a way to check doubts.
Our souls defy logic, we just know they're there,
Next to the heart (or thereabouts!)
Our souls are all-seeing (and all-knowing too)
Though they cannot reveal this to us,
Because if they did then we'd all 'know it all'
And then there would be such a fuss.!
Our souls are just waiting and biding their time,
With many more waiting to come,
And it's so very hard to put this into rhyme,
But I think it's now (just about!) done.....
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