Soul mate, by George Chow
the sadness of bearing what there is left.
An empty shell set a value in this world.
Then the believe of Kingdom of God persuades.
Love and had loved resides in ambitious or contentment.
To where the bridge too far to comprehend the limitless world.
For to find you again is another bearing what there is left.
Can you tell,
Why thou make death friend,
and there is the soul finds God to be cleans.
In this waver of period of time,
We are meant to wait for God's grand.
To tell a life each can fit in.
Lest we find God create death unfair.
Can you mind,
Those cry of love sheds.
If the ship is inequality not eve.
The danger we all knows to sink in price.
Then the odyssey repeats in a meal we find.
Whence the sup is true love describes.
And return to pay those cry of love sheds.