Pretty Soul from we're ok by Owen Earl

poor soul you are burning,
you're house is on fire
old soul you are learning,
face young with desire

my arms are aching for your fragile embrace
my heart is breaking for I cannot erase,
the flames that are traces,
of people and place,
whose absence replaces,
the love they once had

tired soul you're discerning,
every house is in flames
young soul you're returning,
to a place where we once would play games
youth is lost but the wonder remains

your loving heart graces,
the bodies and spaces,
your radiance faces,
a love that is sad

honest soul you are mourning,
as the world slowly dies
pretty soul you're the morning,
the sun will set then will rise

• Experimental
• United States