A Plea to My Soul

A Plea to My Soul

Cry, oh cry, my weary soul!

Cry and the thunders will echo you.

Cry for they ripped your heart 

And spilled your blood.

Cry and the ocean will move

To make a room for your tears.

Cry for they ruined the garden 

you made in your cage.

Cry and the sun will set with fire

And burn their curse.

Cry, oh cry, my broken soul!

Cry for that's the first thing you'd do

Before you grow your wings.