Growing Soul

‌Oh pretty destiny!

Door knobs ahead are rusted,

Hmm! Mighty almighty!

Clouds above dry land are brightened.

Cry should I?

Do you really want me?

Soul! Growing Restless!

Innocent, beautiful, cute, divine,

Why always so helpless,

Live it live, I'm yours, you are mine.

Worried which edge to bind

Tight knot of light fibre faith,

And which to set free.