The Raw Soul
To be raw is to be rare
To be rare is to be unique
But Oh! dear lord
To be raw is to be vulnerable
And Oh this vulnerability
which none chooses to show to one
but only to another raw soul
may give thy heart to
the devil disguised as
the raw soul
And the free soul is rare
and the free soul is raw
and that free soul is a wanderer
A wanderer in the land of imagination and thoughts
To stub it down won't do it apart
Just as the bird comes out from the shell
so will this raw soul, one day arise from it all
And it will flare its wings up so high and shine as bright as the golden sky
But this free soul is different from all
To contain the rawness despite it all
And this rawness thy lord, is what makes it different from all
Therefore don't fool thyself into giving this raw soul to the devil
because the devil will only tear it apart
Contain thyself and rise above from the devil that holds you with his filthy claws
And Oh dear raw soul
Dont you fall because
To be raw is to be rare
And to be rare is to be unique of them all.