- Jan 30, 2001
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Strange is the feeling
When your soul is dying
Helplessly you watch
As you keep on trying
Heart and mind
Understanding the transition
But so delicate the soul
Fragile in composition
The signals are there
In all that’s not said
The soul the last to know
It sleeps on a death-bed
The mind will think through this
The broken heart will mend
But what of the soul
As its life nears the end
BE
© Bruce H. Edwards, 2001
When your soul is dying
Helplessly you watch
As you keep on trying
Heart and mind
Understanding the transition
But so delicate the soul
Fragile in composition
The signals are there
In all that’s not said
The soul the last to know
It sleeps on a death-bed
The mind will think through this
The broken heart will mend
But what of the soul
As its life nears the end
BE
© Bruce H. Edwards, 2001