Are trapped in bodies.
High-flying spirits,
Tied down with earthly troubles.
Brilliant minds,
Ambushed, outnumbered by fickle nothings.
Souls are beautiful,
Glorious, strong,
And know not
Human limitations,
But soar above the highest clouds
As light as the feather of an eagle
Caught in a desert wind.
Souls do not weep
Over broken hearts,
But sing
Celebrating in Heaven.
Souls do not fret
Over a sheep astray
From the Shepherd,
But willingly,
Happily swoop it into their arms
And bring it back into
A family of love.
Souls are not foolish,
Not fickle nor petty,
But souls,
Souls are Godly.
And spend their whole life on earth
Oppressed inside of bodies,
Tied down from reaching
Their home in Heaven.
Age 15