Strange is everything happening?
Stranger yet it feels,
An honest reply to a dishonest question,
A lullaby sung to wake me,
That day I saw a strange thing,
I saw a cup on the table,
I saw,
A cup full of my soul.
Driven by desire,
I couldn’t really see,
I picked up that cup,
And saw it stare back at me,
I thought I could face myself,
Succumbing to truth.
That day I saw a lie dying,
It was honest than the truth,
But strangly I couldn’t recoganise,
Yet.
A cup full of my soul.
There’s a song I want to sing,
To that light inside of me,
Fading, gloomy, eroding
And lingering it’s ever been,
Smooching the joint of life,
Every second it ticks away,
Leaving an impression,
All along its way,
Yet stranger than the truth,
Keeps mocking me through the way,
But one day just stops abrupt,
When it faces,
A cup full of my soul.
I picked it up intuitively,
I was honest with the touch,
I felt,
It felt me feel it,
And yes I felt it back.
Although it didn’t talk 2 me much,
Yet it made me smile,
Smile for longer than a while,
And this time strangely enough,
I was feeling peaceful,
With,
A cup full of my soul.
And if I asked you to see?
Would you come up and see….
or Just let it be,
forever….
A cup full of my soul.
