Scattered Piece Of The Soul

The Scattered Pieces Of The Soul

JCR

In praise to the one who made me;
Whom shall I give these piece of me.
Wholly souls lost in the other side;
Whose roads are filled with deadly knife.

In praise to the one who made me;
Whom shall I commence my destiny.
False premises poured like a molten stone;
Whose promises are cemented in a crown of thorns.

In praise to the one who made me;
Whose hands are a true wonders of life.
Giving priority to the needing eyes.
A true meaning of celebrating smiles.

In praise to the one who made me;
Whose power is eternal glory.
Living in the hearts of warriors in man.
Letting us know he will never depart.

In praise to the one who made me;
Whose name is a part of humanity.
Those souls scattered in the fields.
Will be reassembled in his liking.

In praise to the one who made me;
Who lives to collect us all.
Whose hands are wondering everywhere;
To collect the scattered piece of the soul.