By Harold “Tre” Hancock
It’s about soul
A different place that you don’t know
A place where both love and hurt go
Hurts like a wound you can’t sew
A place where everyone’s God lives
And loves to roam,
It’s about soul
Your personal home away from home
A place where things like personal feelings
Inner thoughts show
Clean or dirty
You should desire to make it a place
You find worthy
I mean it is a house
Knowledge
Is key for thirst
To wash down the agony of pain
Your soul is a place to go
Your soul has a kitchen
When you put pain in a cup, wash dishes
And be happy you happy
You have a special place to stay
Especially during the rain
So you don’t go insane
Keep your head held up
Even when water hits the window pane
And the enemy makes you believe
You have nothing to gain
So when devil knocks on the door
Close the curtain
Your soul isn’t for sell
So remember what your soul worth is
They can’t come around
Unless they’re invited
The people that come around
Should bring happiness and enlightenment
Nobody should tell you what the standard
Of your soul is
As long as you make it a place
Where you find bliss
Your favorite things in life there
Feels good like a first kiss
Thoughts of that one person
That you may forgot you missed
It’s your soul
That place deep inside
Where even when you feel like
You want to run and hide
Your soul is a more comfortable place
To go, and cry
Your soul is your personal outer space
People are like gravity that you can defy
It’s about soul
THE VIRGINIA NORMAL 